Tomorrow Is the Darkest Night

Tomorrow Is the Darkest Night

Tomorrow waits quiet,

a shadow on the sky,

a strange cold whisper,

that knows who I am.

I feel it rising,

deep behind the stars,

its voice like a warning,

telling me to stay still.

The darkest night comes,

carrying secrets of time,

and I walk toward it,

ready for whatever it brings.

Clouds move slowly,

as if afraid to form,

their shapes uncertain,

their edges trembling.

I sense an old power,

resting beneath the moon,

a force that remembers,

every forgotten soul.

My footsteps steady,

as the path turns thin,

knowing the night watches,

waiting for my choice.