Entranced

Crystalline stars weave across the whirling sky; so careless, so alive,

The swirling mists, a tinged blend of the seasons, bound together,

The echo of an eagle's call, sounding over a bottomless lake,

A cicada's song so shrill and resonating,

The sound of distant waves, crashing against shore,

Again,

Again,

Again,

Together, forming enchanted chords only the night can bring; one so foreign to those who truly listen,

It is a haunting tune, keeping the earth's rhythm in time,

Spreading like a veil, tearing, and clawing furrows into charcoal haze that surrounds.

Standing here, I cannot comprehend the song.

And it saddens me to think, that there is such an otherworldly melody I cannot hear, and such feral beauty I cannot begin to imagine,

Frightening, that I am ignorant of something the world knows.

Though fear has led me here, and though I am blind and deaf to its existence,

I am still entranced,

By the night's song.