Black Dawn

Fingers trace the smoke grey glass,
Thick fog pours through the ashen grass,
The sky is jet, a vast expanse,
The black horizon takes its stance.

The silver pane glows dusk with mist,
The moon collapses, like a fist,
The midnight sea and moonlight sky,
Caressing lust, they melt and cry.

A chilling frost sweeps, out, again,
A sheet of tears falls with the rain,
A pool of years absorbs the time,
A silken thread, as pure as wine.

The clouds, struck cold, with ice and night,
A charge of lust ignites the sight,
Abyss is now and now is drawn,
Towards the force of this black dawn.