Night’s Turbines

Awake in the presence of Night,
he claims the dreams from me,
and leads me onto my feet.

Noxious whispers clutch my lungs,
and drill madness into my bones.

The mocking shadows hide behind
night’s body, stretching to the yellow walls.

I shoot my arms through Night’s body
and grip the switch of illuminating armor.

The flaring explosion reveals illusions
on walls, portraits of shadows.

Night slithers into the floorboards,
and grinds the turbines of the basement.

Alarmed, I turn
to the looking glass.
Telling tales through my wild eyes.

My scorned memories swimming
in blind sight.

The Lens of Truth tells of Day,
the Achilles legend,
to dispel the Trojan Night,
and calm the Turbines.

And, once again,
Sleep unwinds,
kisses me,

kneeling me before Day.

Author: Steven E. Croner

Hey, everyone. How are you? I’m doing pretty well. My name is Steven. I’ve been living in Pittsburgh for a few years now. What sort of projects have I been working on, you ask? Well, I’ve assisted with several indie film productions in that time, mostly directly behind the camera or working with camera operations. It has been pretty fun. I’ve also been working on several other projects individually. This website is a collection of those projects that I do on in my spare time. Please click on the links above to learn about some of the work that I do in digital media and writing. I hope you enjoy my collection, which is a combination of old, archived work and new content I am compelled to share with you. Please feel free to interact, engage, and help me make some friends and colleagues in the creative media communities!

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