Eclipse

I remember when you said
that the shadows mark the day.
Each moment passes blackness
as a stream of light gives way.

Clock chimes are victorious
over this sickly chapel bell.
The rhythm of our nature beats
as Vergil ascends to hell.

Now I wander in the desert
searching for what I thought had died.
The classic sun with gleaming rays
Damns you that you’ve lied.