Cobalt swirls of dust
and Inky bits of matter.
No refraction of light,
as shadows slither from the crust.

Tiny black holes of time
and whirlpools of mad thought.
Reason flies like an insane bird,
without reason or rhyme.

Demon-fed souls travel at night.
They feed and gather together
with no thought for the future,
just worried and uptight.

Dark things always crave to feed
on things not so jet black.
They hunt and they wander,
ravenous and full of need.

The night shivers with the light of day
coming over the far mountain top.
A new day is dawning
and evil shudders and flies quickly away.

My husband loves the song and the song itself inspired me to write this poem on January 15th, 2001.