Upon the Eldest Nocture

Floating Sphere of Mystery O, Thousand-faced Moon Ever weeping, Solitary in the Freezing Sky Ever tugging upon the waves To gently bring in the tide So cold his ruined face So pale the pitted flesh Rising each night to haunt And plot the Sun's death Alone knowing the true depths of Self Loathe As awakened each day in the barren wastes Waste not hope or promise here The graveyard where wishes reside Outside the Shadow of God Where the Adversary walks By the light of the Morning Star Where not even the longest arm of the Sun may reach Just another dying star Unwanted child of a sky that kills all it births The Moon shall see the Death of the Sun And Fall the Heavens And perish the Sun Let the soul drift Upon the Eldest Nocturne