Horizon

Suddenly part of the purple blackness,

the glorious dark begins to tremble.

An idol emerges in the sky,

its body in bondage

its soul tethered to my own.

I was on the bridge

and then a moment later

the bird at my toes began to twinkle,

and turned to pale powder.

I remember a pack of wolves

in their cages

worshiping death.

They were loud enough

that the abyss became the horizon

and the red sky

began to fall.

Broken graves glanced my way,

their texture and smell no longer hidden.

Now I know that was the beginning.

The water's shining light

would soon be pale

in the absence of moonlight.