In the Shadow 2

I speak as the crow speaks,

From the last untrammeled corner of the world.

I speak my inviolate denouncement of the light

But no one hears.

Darkness has a way of swaying one to believe

In its beauty

But it is a beauty that cannot be told.

At the behest of my people I stand on the brink

Of daylight, but I am naked beneath this robe

Of darkness, and the eyes of light 

Would make me such a fool that no great dance

And no hysterical song

Would make them look away.

I have the stars.

Together, we mock the follies of the vivid days.

Here where my madness is unseen 

And unassailable, let me relish in the invention

Of the light and shade of my dreams.