Writing:

Dark Sun

My heart cries this night
for now is the time of darkness.
A time when the light is diminished,
when the dawning holds no release
from the darkness that is my mind.
Now is the time of the dark sun
when light is but a distant echo.

 

Note: I always intended this to be longer, but I have never been able to continue it. Sometimes the words flow, and then they stop, and once they do they will not flow again.