OF NIGHT AND LUSTER

The fickle

and tyrannical torch

of duty

slips me

into the obsidian feast.

Within the multi-chasms

where the mind is fed

I feel the polished

inklings

setting fire

to my soul.

They burn

as shining emblems

among the stars,

which I wear

as my dreams.

Clouds

fill my void

till the world

no longer seems as bleak.