Acquainted with the Night

For how long have I been here,

Lying on the stone pavement,

Amidst the rain and the ashen scent,

Unable to move due to worn-out gears.

The stars that once lit the Night sky,

Now vanished into the Night,

Not a Celestial in sight,

My ducts long dried.

I remember once when my gears stirred,

When they once roared and thundered,

When they once rumbled and thrashed,

But that time has long past.

And so I drift to still sleep,

Blanketed by the daunting Darkness,

Facing its cold carress,

Letting it steeply seep.