Close to the land of the black sun

The chains can be heard dragging

From the dogs that hold you down

The fears creep close then wane

Like a pendulum swinging it’s seconds

Closer to the midnight you fear

There is not need to run

You cannot can’t out run the day

there is no place to hide

no corner availed to you

for when the black sun does rise

it dawns from within

and slowly swallows up any light that shines upon you.