A gale of flaring light dazzles across the deep night,
The dingy sky is lit up by the golden that hovers glittering bright,
Swirling backgrounds of the village set a serene and tranquil atmosphere,
A fusion of peace, humility and pure wonder, but no fear.
Deeper in the painting, a jet black, towering figure climbs up and up, no end,
Mourning graveyards, lurking spirits, spread over a field, life became no friend,
A village where the dark night had set it's haunting mark,
The hours of daunting black, groaned with a anonymous, helpless bark.
A glint of joy secretes itself in the wretched surroundings,
Even pure bliss has a sturdy bounding,
Only the flamboyant moreover vivid stars are alive in the dusk's unlit,
Life had come to be abiding bit by bit.
The overcast of the night did not prosper onto day,
Instead the dingy gloaming ruled the concealed light yearning to fray,
The starry night was not abundant with wishes and awe,
Through the journey of the painting, we find gloom and shadows are all it is for...
