The Black Knight Came Poem by Paul Brookes

sharp as obsidian shards
the stars are out above the clouds
though non can see.

you think it lonely out there beyond the envelope
out there by the wind swept solar dust
an ark if idiots sailing on,
on the turgid grey green sea destination never told.
just water on water for a view.

nights wander seamless into days and days back into nights.
the blackness of the ravens wing cast rainbows across his staring gimlet eye.
for we fear the night,
fear the end,
fear the nothingness
the cold touch Charon
but death often steals us cloaked in midnight blue
like night will steal the day.