Obscurity

Oh, watch these arrows fly
Through the unlit sky.
Questions you can't see,
The spearheads t'ward me.
Like when the thunder begs the rain,
And the happiness, the pain.
When sunsets fade illuminated paths,
And disguise your silent art.

Then I hear,
Oh ! Am I wrong ?

And I beg approval.
I am a beggar in plain clothes.
And a pauper of the shadows.
A citizen of trepidation,
A valorous fool.

Where the loss wins the blackest bitterness
And craves company,
In the crevisces of what I thought was mine.

Oh ! But in the night, we are all blind.
Without our arrows on fire.