Atmosphere - London After Midnight, Sean Brennan

Pale and Dark and Tortured Blue

Behind a veil you find serenity

I guess that’s something we share

Violently fading into nothing to find peace

Or escape it

Curious, majestic black strands cover you entirely

Yet I may there

Always being tested

An eternal game that must leave your soul in shreds

As it does mine

You have my sympathy

But forget about everything just for tonight

For this moment in life

This moment in time

Could be your first

Or your last

You abandoned hope long ago

You abandoned love

Or it abandoned you

But now is the time for beauty

Violent beauty so pure it’s scary

The past is over

This is something new

Altogether alien, exotic, and welcome

Erasing what came before

With a blink of her amazing eyes…