blaze like meteors

we see no gods in darkness or in light
but there are devils hiding in the cracks
ready to dump us all in their huge sacks
and draw us down into the realm of night
they act for no good reason just for spite
dark batwings quiver on their aching backs
but they dare not step from the narrow tracks
since all their kingdom requires fear and fright
against deep blue only the trembling green
of summer that has lasted far too long
while silence is the power of these skies
a better life would make a duller scene
we listen but we cannot hear the song
all that will happen leads us to the prize