I am a marked man

I have been branded

by the Bad Spirit.

I watched the moon

swallow a larger sun

and I walk in the shadow

that was left behind.

I live in a twilight.

Somewhere between

the light in the east

and the western shadow.

I rise and fall

with lunar tides

far from any sea.

There is no blessing

A holy man can give.

There is a dark sea behind me

and a hole in the future night.

I have seen it.

I know it is there.