Acronychal

I stand at the edge of creation

Wearing the night as my gown

Chaos and darkness emerge

And I ride across dawn

The world is a hourglass, and I fall prey to time

Legends of the skies wrapped in my hands

Fall over the years, nocturnal sand mixing with daytime

For the trained, I am their solace

Others, their worst nightmares

I can make the all powerful one weep

And I don’t even have to move my feet

Light flickers and beats and glows

My embers trail past her luminous soul

My heart is inked with night

And patters among the stars

My crown of shadows

Ripple in the dark.