Tenebris

Vision failing,
black veil
encroaching.
Something
is not right.
No light
to define darkness.
No shadow
to pronounce light.
What place is this?
Umbral figure
appears,
cloaked in cosmic dust.
Extending hand,
beckons me near;
cannot turn away.
Voice,
like splitting glacier
demands payment.
Quoniam sapientia
carnis.
Hands meet,
my flesh
seared
encased in Mantle,
black.
Left in grey,
no light
no darkness.
Perhaps
there are greater callings
than justice.

~LT