Day Will be Here?

I: Don't know
What I: will do
Sitting across the wing
Off the hall.

Nothing is natural
Except for the Primal
Instinct to reach out
Towards what we don't have

With the knowledge
That soon after dark
We will feel the sun
Touch upon our skins.

But nothing is natural;
The nature is less than natural-
Divided among our tone
And sheathed swords.

I: Don't know
What we do-
Staring straight
Through the abyss

A darkness we all know
Encroaches as we stand.
Before long, nothing is there;
The desire to feel the Sun having faded.

The ease to stand
Alone in the darkness
Is much too desirable
And so we leave.

Night has lifted
The Earthly hues
Behind a mask and
The truth is beyond present:
The Deceiver clear.

And so we stood;
Alone in the darkness
With our swords sheathed
And the ever present reminder:

Nothing is Natural.
At least Day will be here soon?