Slipping Away

[hack]

I am Death
Stillborn

The ever receding Moon
Clinging to the bonds of Earth
Even as I slip away

I am desolation
The curved surface of Night

I am here
I am omnipresent
In darkness I hide

I am reflected glory
I wither
as you writhe

[Hawkman]

This is beautiful, Hack. Had you noticed that by changing two words it becomes a riddle?

Receding to Changing
Moon to Face

but then, to meddle with perfection for a game would be a sin.

[~Sophia~]

and I was going to say it would also change the entire meaning of the poem if the last line were "as you rise" but echo your sentiment Hawkman... "to meddle with perfection for a game would be a sin." Thanks for the wonderful poem Hack!

[whitman]

Nice lyrical poem

[PrinceMyshkin]

My God, this is bleak! Well handled, but bleak, bleak!

[MorpheusSandman]

It's bleak but it's also adeptly structured. I like the metaphor in the second stanza.