The Opposite Of Day

Everyone thinks the opposite
Of light, is dark, I know.

But on the eve of march 15th
I proved the answer's "no".

My boots had mud, stains and crud
As I was walking fast

To catch a train to heather lane
Before my time had passed.

As plain as day, I find my way,
But for reasons unknown go off course

I venture into lands that seem to
Drop into dark remorse

The grass is dead, deer underfed,
The sky is bruised and grey.

But i trudge on, through gloomy dawn,
Seeking more then one way.

I stop and stare, the land is bare,
The hills drop into a fall.

With jagged rocks, and water that mocks,
A green, bubbling, cauldron of a call!

I slowly back away, to run back to day,
But yet, i can't find the path.

The lights retreating, is my heart beating?
I feel the darkness's wrath.

I fall and tumble, an endless rumble,
of thunder and dark things to come.

I spin and turn, never to learn,
Were this darkness had ever come from...