Gently descending dark —...

Gently descending dark —

Curtain of silence

From heaven to earth;

The drama of day over,

Empty the seats of life,

Dead the twilight fire.

Curtains of black

Woven from threads of purple

By the hands of a star,

That lone soul weeping

Over the dead hours

Laid by mute time in the eternal's grave.

In the night of my soul

Not even a ray,

Nor a mourner present;

But a deep dark hollow

Where no fate weeps

Even fear is afraid to tread:

Fear-forsaken, hollow within hollow,

Even silence flees from me —

O, the pity of it!