alerion

A stranger shook the firmament. And everything below.

In stealth its tread spun crackéd crevasse 

And broke the dam-held certainty

Of what is and was and what shall fall

In twilit song of dirge.

Questions never known sprung life

In halls stale with settled bird.

“We seek this thing of mystic night

That challenges us doom.

“Is it in the fire that fen fulfills

Or ‘neath oceans swell and spit

Is it atop mount or dug away

P’raps zephy knows of it.”

And the thing that answers everything

The thing we cannot repeat

The thing that is of no esteem

The thing of which the sun it sings

It ushers at my feet.