At the end of day

 At the end of day 

At the end of day

Masks allay 

In dark embrace

The shards of moon and sky

Come crashing down 

Into the town

Where I once was

Where I will be forevermore

Under the tungsten sun

On the rust glazed mast 

Steering unwittingly into the abyss 

A slither here, a sliver there 

The keeper of broken worlds 

The price of existence

All but a juggling act 

Deep in the night 

At the end of the act 

Creatures of the gloom

Run astray 

When bravery whimpers in solitude

And valour recalls its frights 

Knees weakened, breath constricted 

All said, all done 

With peril imbued deep

I retreat 

As broken men do 

Stumbling in the haze 

Groping at the hope 

Of an anchoring in the clay 

And thus, it is time

Yet again 

To come home to you 

And hope that

The door will still be open. 

(HA)