• Though the desert is made of sand and stone,
    at night you are chilled to the bone

    Good people at home, filled with shame,
    though they aren't the ones to blame

    Dark sky, filled with spots of light,
    heavy eyes start to lose their sight

    The dark is not fleeting,
    creatures of black are teething

    Whispers shaded in black,
    they will never come back

    In the light the creatures flee,
    only then will they see

    Abyss
    By Onyxillo