by Eric von Bayer

Obsidian waves lapped cooly
against the unseen shore,
The black new moon setting
on the edge of darkness.
The silence gathered,
like a velvet cloak.
Ravens waited forlornly
at the edge of the abyss.
All things dark,
seen in the light of memory,
like a flash of lighting in the storm,
an inspiration...
I know these formless things,
just beyond reason...
They waited for insanity,
as did I.