Crest of Night

I look into the darkness of what was never there.
I see a figure, a shadow, amongst the misery.
Drifting into a sea of melancholy, and despair,
I feel the discomfort draining my minds thoughts.
Unhappiness is the best I would desire in its place.
Sleeping trees follow me down the lane I travel.
Cheerful wind snaps at my back as I go onward.
Laughing clouds flow down, hindering my depth.
How may I continue without any break at all?
How will my desire be released each new night?
This edge of night has burned my soul absolute.
Before the morning, I must choose my desire.
Before the crest of night, my soul must partake.
Thirst is my demon, hunger my destiny tomorrow.
One chance meeting changes my form so defined.
One chance to go forward into the unknown debut,
Survival was and is my quest and true pleasure.
Here, I must decide am I cursed or is it a treasure.
What ever is decided my former life is in death.
My future life or death designed or destroyed.