As night descends
So does sadness
Like ritual to divine
From weary feet
To lumpy throat
The effect ascending like wine

What day holds together
Night rips apart
Each unyoked emotion
Exhibiting its art

A Promethean sentence
To memories resurrect
Account each failure
Each torment reflect

Tears well
As the last ramparts fall
White flags raised
The mind surrenders it all

 – Raziel ©2016