Serpent Sky

Night is black. She wears a velvet gown and a diamond as a moon. The night is silky, smooth, cold and bright. She whispers slow names and decadent wishes to the Earth below. The night is a serpent trapped in her own shadows. She turns around, once or twice in a while. She seeks to surprise her own tail. But she keeps on failing, her only treasure, a blur of stars and vanished hope. She yearns to swim beneath the waves, but all she finds are dead stars and fallen idols of ancient gods. Some times she tries to kill herself. She hangs her head low and red, caught in a noose of starlight and ravenous black holes. But she is a serpent biting her own tail. She cannot scape her fate, her eternal dwelling in the shadows, her eternal velvet darkness. She cannot die, she cannot be killed. For light is ephemeral, light is mayhem, light burns. But darkness and the night are forever quiet, forever there. No one will ever scape her, not even her self. She thinks the sun is lucky, because he will surly die.

Sometimes she tries to hide. She fools us with her diamond necklace and all her bizarre gems. So we stop thinking about her, while we are mesmerized by the insignificant stones that shine with burning light. But there are nights like this, when she unfolds her giant cloak over the Earth, and all shadows melt in a single one, and all hearts beat faster in fear. Music sounds louder, bodies sweat harder when they crash against one another in the dance floor, in the crowded streets, in the empty allies, in the parks, in the bedrooms. Serpents are born under her spell, serpents in our arms, in our heads, in our soil. She is the mother of us all. And we hide in our concrete and glass cubes. We penetrate and desecrate the flesh of another, we melt in pleasure under her never changing smile. We light bonfires, we burn the midnight oil, we make our cities a mirror of the desolated skies. We are so afraid when she is so dark and cold.

She keeps a silent eye over us, she is a serpent sky. We are all doomed to be devoured in her famished eternity. We are just mice, we are her eternal distraction. For she will never die. Darkness is after all, the only thing that has ever been present. Darkness was here before the Big Bang, before God, before there was an universal conscience that make us drift away from our sanity. Darkness will be here when we are all gone. She won the battle even before it started. We have just been too blind or too dumb to realize the truth.

But she knows it. And she doesn’t care about our insignificant hopes of a brighter future. She knows that everything dims after a while. And she does not care about us, what we think or what we do. Why should she? So we are the damned, we are the fools. Stop praying at night kids, stop pretending God will save you. She was here before every god and will be here after all of them. So go sell yourselves to whatever plastic and neon god you worship. Be a whore, be a god, she won’t mind. She will make you suffer no matter ... why?

And that’s why we love her so much.

- Dark Shadow!