Black Ice

The nocturnal nest loomed,
Like a lead banket over the stillness,
The diamond stars glittered.
They turned lead into ice…
Black Ice…
An obsidian field of liquid,
Quiet and dark,
Flowed, rose and ebbed.
In its invisible ocean,
Of molten darkness,
It grows restless,
Then dim, but existing.
It crumbles within itself,
Deep within it oblivious pits,
Nothingness-so grave & full,
That it nullifies all else,
Lives Black Ice.
So opaque.
Unrelenting, spreading,
Glittering lead diamonds,
Of the night,
Of the sky,
Of the stars.