The last day matching night in length recedes,
And like a mad usurper twilight falls so hard
And hastily... With every step, it seems,
The dark grows denser. Even though the street
I trudge along is slithering uphill,
It feels like a descent into the depth,
Where every sound gets guttered down the walls,
And every light's a ghostly echo of itself.

Soon nothing's left, but pitch-black silhouettes,
With rare a yellow blind eye glitt'ring through the dark,
Sporadic gleams of damp stones 'neath my feet
And steel-cold skies so eerily un-coloured.

There is a legend 'round here, that every night
All the unlit roads violently unbraid
To re-entwine anew - at random - at the dawn
Thus driving nightmares off our daytime trails...

I am about to believe that myth tonight,
It is the first time in so many years,
That I have no idea where am I
And where should I go from here

Then suddenly the dazzling light explodes
I see gargatuan statues standing 'long the road
With flaming cressets in their hands
And staring down with disdain at me
As though there is a den of maggots
'neath their feet

Their eyes - they seemed so chillingly alive -
Were tracking my dismay with unrelenting wrath and loathing

The luminaries of this God-forsaken place,
The sculptures of the majesty itself forsooth:
The harbingers of our final destiny
The sovereigns of truth

Then to the hiss and splutter of the torches
New sounds admix'd: incoming from afar
Were thumping drums along with muffled tramp -
A band of hooded figures hither marched.

I heard a quiet, monotonous chanting
That seemed to flood the stagnant air around me,
I had to move aside or else they surely
Would tread me down... As if I couldn't be seen.

Yet as they passed me by, the rear man had turned
His head around, and separated from the rest.
Approached me and tried to punch my face, with hisses
‘bout my foul blasphemy that "they" would not forget -

"The luminaries of this timeless city,
The sculptures of the majesty itself forsooth:
The harbingers of our eventual destiny
The sovereigns of our truth".

My faceless enemy continued his assaults,
And finally, as he produced a knife,
I knocked him down and darted off at once,
And ran until around me it was again all darkness ...

"The luminaries of this timeless city,
The sculptures of the majesty itself forsooth:
The harbingers of our damnation
The sovereigns of truth".