DARKNESS

What is darkness without light but a wall without flight, an emotion, or devotions to demons and notions. The moon and stars, just diamonds and cars, floating like feathers on a frog's back, where a fly's just a snack for a spider's lighter than the devil's heart that bleeds black like an ink blot on a time slot just a day in a minute and an hour forgotten no sooner than the sun's deadened for the day, and they come out to play in the darkness of night, slip away I might when decisions like collisions haunt me like a forever fairy with no wings at all, for flying is dying and day lilies will bloom and brighten the gloom, but she retreats into the darkness.