Dark Night of the Soul

For several years I suffered from an eternal recurrence of poor sleep. This is my Fantasia inspired interpretation of insomnia.

Awoken by Chernabog summoning his minions
Wraiths whirl and swirl into black mass of worship.
Fiery harpies play upon his palms
Their flames dance dizzy despair.

Abandoned on Bald Mountain, solitude my only companion.
Sweat crucified for sacrifice on the inferno’s edge
Noce Oscura! I repeat psalms
His black eyes see no mercy.

Veering over the horizon hollows out hope.
I can’t avoid peering into the void
Where demons taunt lost souls.
His menace grins: ‘nothing will save you’.

In a liminal space between open and shut eye: creatio ex nihilo!
Nothing is latent, possibility brims.
This is no devil but a prophet
Blessed be Moriah this hallowed ground!

With this revelation, Ave Maria pierces the dark, banishing his retreat.
Nighttime fury fuels sunrise glory, spirits evaporate into morning mist.
Hecate’s torches haunt the glow, their amber light soothes my plight
Releasing me, she whispers: beware of false dawns, ex nihilo nihil fit.