Day wore on and in the wearing
Found himself without a face
To show the world.
No clouded brow
Or shining eye to twinkle out,
He sighed and made his way towards the edge
Where she was waiting, always waiting there for him.
“It’s the impermanence of being”, she said,
Offering up her cheek for him to kiss.
Day quietly nodded as her arms crept round his waist,
her darkness gently covering his mind.
“That’s life”, he said, as Night swept her way