I am the harborer of night,
The flaky, hollow husk
Into which the thick black gathers.
When the sun crawls high
And shadow flees,
I become the dark’s
Fleshy home.
I am the harborer of night,
The flaky, hollow husk
Into which the thick black gathers.
When the sun crawls high
And shadow flees,
I become the dark’s
Fleshy home.
He Who Wanders 