Waiting on the Light

Tame the wild souls turning
pale with anguish, speaking frail
what languid tongue can excavate from their
unraveling craniums.
How well known to humanity, such
dark fate waiting to
vanquish sole being, heavying the
belly of Great continents everywhere. Everlasting
sleep greedily closing the
eye of life. Philosopher holds tightened brow
without argument to its constant presence stirring
natures filament. Into unknown
black abyss the following of all
goes steady, while the living souls
wait for the coming of the
next white light.