Wrapped in Darkness

Now wrapped in darkness, I transcend;
The day and night begin to blend
As things I cannot comprehend
Inspire with their voice.
The hour indeed is growing late,
Yet still the words do not abate.
It seems their lure is quite innate
(I listen, though, by choice).

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Written while listening to Tiamat’s A Deeper Kind of Slumber (1997).