Chapter 41: Chapter 40: The night of many days

The life shattering star cries out hallow;

Shaking deep the time-stained bones of the weary dead;

As carves out the light a way towards tomorrow;

As from the heavens, it shines — just above my head;

And as it flies, not grazing past my gaze, but rather straight towards it;

I grip my fists and hold them tight, as I turn so quickly about, so as my enemy to face;

The thing that from on high, now falls down on low, the shining glow it casts away;

In the distance above myself, as if by the hands of my god;

Who has it, towards myself, now hurtled;

Towards this creature that I am, this thing who lives in disgrace;

“- Bastard. I’ll kill you!” I shout, as I lift my fist and shake it into the sun’s face.

Sunrise has come once again and I am still tired;

I do not care for mornings.