Caverns filled with unrealistic light,
Horrors I can't banish from my sight,
Ghostly faces drifting through a ghostly sea,
Have we met before or are they just reflections of me ,

Let me capture times I knew before,
Could I like them less or should I like them more?
My time is just a fleeting spark of light,
No safety, even in eternal night.

Eternal Night by Steve Roberts, 1968