Godless Spirit

In the cold winter night,

Among decrepit stones I stand,

Abandoned by God,

And the time bearing sand.

A cryptid, crumbling, fading from thoughts,

How long until I am effaced from this world?

I gaze upon the moon so pale and frozen,

Obsessively fathomless,

It calls me now.

I walk through unforgiving soil,

Out to me cries the moon,

Behind my steps rise fallen souls,

Exiled they are from the pale moonlight.

Wandering through tombs so tarnished and nameless,

Wails I hear from faces so white, so toneless.

Wails of deterrence or despair, I know not,

But wails still, harrowing and taut.

Nevertheless I follow my path unweary,

Further into the malevolent radiance so enchanting.

Underneath I stand the moon, bewitched,

It whispers to me incantations most infernal,

Corrupted by revelation, I ascend towards the radiant moon.

Oh moon, you beautiful, to you I am beholden,

For you have embraced me,

A soul forsaken from divinity you have approved.

(Note: this is my first piece of writing so sorry for any format errors, criticism more than welcome🙏 .)

1. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/xtkj5f/the_cost_of_nothingness/iquur3m/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3

2. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/xu7srn/languished_icarus/iquub29/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3