morgenlieder

I seek the morning, the evanescent moment
when night refracts and bends,
forced to crumble at dawn's advent.

The monsters protest,
demanding their fill and due.

But I will have weregild,
recompense for a crucified youth.

I claim the years to come,
the purest prisms of light,
literal joy, untarnished love.

I leave the mourning
to those who'd sing
such derelict songs.

I owe the darkness nothing more.