Dawn & Dusk

I prepare the paint
Venom blacks and brooding greys
There will be no light colours
On my palette today

I will whip up a tempest
With this tortured paintbrush
Create a whirlpool of misery
Into which I am sucked

To the howling nights
I will yield my soul
Let that dark fury
Be expressed in these oils

The sun slides behind the moon
The birds stop singing
The candles around me dim
The alarm bells stop ringing

Then light returns
And the storm begins to fade
I return from the darkness
And I am myself again