yawns so very wide,

like a black hole swallowing

up the sun.

winks out of existence,

wolves howl when the moon

no longer makes her exit

as night becomes permanent.

what does it mean?

life dwindles, winks out of existence

no longer nourished by warmth taken

for granted.

new life begins, forms, growing aware of coldness,

multiplying, evolving, making progress

with night’s cool touch.

then the jaws clamp shut, tight

with fire wanting to touch

the chilly black sky.

glass ceilings remain, unafraid of heat,

insatiable black hole

becomes night’s partner, life celebrates

with the old world gone.

does it matter?

groans and moans sickly heat,

unable to pass through night –

squeeze, choking away, the feeble old

wants to tell a story.

when green pastures reached towards

blue skies,

donkeys pranced around, as did bambi

that frolicked amidst trails and bushes,

stamped out.

with the ghouls, vampires, revenant

spitting, hissing,

swallowing up fire, light and life.

insatiable,

stomping away.

they feel no pain, no joy, no peace,

insatiable, morbid, a gnashing of teeth

with the dead killing the dead,

they believe this to be life.

and feral slinks away in the darkness,

the sun is a bane, a curse, damnation

a rainbow promise misunderstood –

when insatiable

became god.