Daylight Dark (The Quickening)

She hears chaotic cries
Replaying the void; reverberates
An innocence with hope for happiness
Failing to transpire
Shedding affection for the seed that grows
And the one that won't
By the entrapment of fear, reminded
While in her sanctum, a black widow crawls
On to the glass, before it abruptly stalls
Invoking those who'd found love
Before they'd lost
But in death had found again

To a cruel grey sky, she laments
For when the black mass comes to swallow hope
From the promise she has kept
Through time, but time erodes
With all life offers in the flesh
And when she sleeps, her sight is plagued
By solemn cries from the past she died
Never to awake
Moths flitter before they cling in fear
To the clothes she hung but will never wear
And dust, it blows across the room
From a life of dreams which never bloomed

And she'll fade where haunted scars reopen
With harrowing tears for unborn stars
In empty arms, withholding
Trading blood for dirt and all her life is worth
Captured by the grave
She cuts across the horizon
To watch the ungiving sky bleed
With the dying hope she'll be saved before
The mourning light shall set her free
To embrace death's sleep with open arms
But no sleep where the light will pass
For death, a life of its own

Once she swayed
To the rhythm of the moon and tide
Allured by the sea's magnetic flow
When the waves were singing the womb to life
Before receding for evermore