Eclipse

I rose up,
for that fire would have an ice within,
pure,white snow.
The sun shone bright,
and the mirage you made,
dissolved in the air.

This dreadful touch of nostalgia!

The devil has his wings,
no, no feathers,
yet deceiving enough.
Just enough.

That mystery hid the dark inside,
and so, the eyes,
for the fire didn't possess the ice,
it's fire, and fire within,
as deep as faith allows.

I see the light,
how I see the light,
a stone hardened to its deepest,
only deadly alive,
only darker inside,
dark, dull,
betrayal,
after all.