No Solace (Where Green Meets Black)

I worship a god of few words and no warmth
No solace is found in its frigid embrace
Obscure it watches, turbulent it waits
Eternally where green meets black

I too desire a remedy
I pursue a spirit I cannot describe
A perspective accessible only by night
A dream from where green meets black

Carried on waves of amorphous revulsion
Carrion for vultures in the distant sky
Wasting away before pitiless eyes
Dark brown where in green they lack

I no longer yearn for amaranthine bliss
I savour the transience as life moves on
But not a second goes by that I do not long
To be where green meets black