All rights reserved. The force of night eclipse clouds the vista shadowed waves ripple the white sands raven. Between empty chasm no reflecting surface secretive moon blackens all light silent. Grotto stillness shattered panic captures control streetlights cannot dispel the gloom hollow. The void wrecks illusions magician of the sky Luna glides in her path screams, the silent echoes taper chaos.
Phantoms complete darkness burns with radiant heat shelter the visionary orbs light.
At quarter past two, off the sun, the moon did slide, putting an end to our great Hungarian Roller Coaster Ride. This moment is like none other, and will not hasten, or pause, or accommodate itself to human convenience. The eclipsed sun and its corona appeared and, eerily motionless- stark, staring, and implacable primitive. It was easy to imagine how primitve man might have seen it as the malignant gaze of the pitiless god. I trembled before the blind, stony obliviousness o fthe moon, following the grinding, inexorable dictates of celestial mechanics, itself heedless of the unfolding spectacle and the effect it produced on another world.