Baptism

The promise of coming beautiful life is about to wither
source of light is fading
now the sky no longer awakens
sun doth not warm anymore
My roots are now in cold, hard soil, and sky is black
blacker than ever before
could I live here?
Absorbed by darkness and cold
When the night is immortal - I'll write my thoughts on stars
When the night is immortal - I'll sculpt my sign on stone
When the night is immortal - I'll wander in tenebrous caves
When the night is immortal - I sanctify my soul to eternal evil