This is the first song I wrote for a band I sing in called, tentatively, As one descending.
Lyrics by me and music by my bassist Jen. 

We are all shadows and light,
cobweb spun and lantern bright

A to e
(sustain last word of each line)
In brighids eyes the dark desire
In brighids eyes the pain
In brighids eyes a building fire
In brighids eyes the strain

Chorus
(chorus) e to d to c
Voices raised to midnight’s rite
cobweb spun and lantern bright
Dancing ‘mid the winter’s night
We are all shadows and light
We are all shadows and light

A to e
(sustain last word of each line)
In brighids eyes,  I am confused
In brighids eyes,  the flame
In brighids eyes,  I am consumed
In brighids eyes the shame

Chorus
(chorus) e to d to c
Dancing ‘mid the winter’s night
cobweb spun and lantern bright
Voices raised to midnight’s rite
We are all shadows and light
We are all shadows and light

30 second breakdown
(Sung lamenting with growing force)
In black night I came to you
In black night I found
In black night I dreamed of you
In black night I drowned

In black night I dreamed of you
In black night I found
In black night I came to you
In black night
In black night

A to e
(sustain last word of each line)
My morrigan unseeli sidhe
My morrigan unchained
My morrigan she flies on free
My morrigan unclaimed

(chorus) e to d to c
We are all shadows and light,
cobweb spun and lantern bright
Dancing ‘mid the winter’s night
Voices raised to midnight’s rite
We are all shadows and light
We are all shadows and light
We are all shadows and light

You could think of this as an audio back and forth between myself and a lost love.  It’s something I made a few years ago to expiate some lingering emotions. Music helps me work things through.  I listen to it at least once a year and find myself reflecting on different things each time. 

As far as I know the playlist is public.  Let me know if there are issues.

I drove in the teeth of a dust storm yesterday.  If you have never been in one, imagine a hurricane in the hours before landfall except the sky is black like a moonless night during a power outage.  Visibility is maybe 50 feet,  and that filled with dust with the granularity of sand,  debris from untended palm trees,  and basically anything under 3 lbs(1.4 kg).  The wind is howling around you, dancing in frenetic madness like maenads at a bacchanal (or ravers on a mix of molly and bath salts).  Around me people drive slowly, afraid.  But I am ecstatic.  The first storm after the death of summer, the first storm of winter’s ascension.  A violent storm.  A powerful, drunken, awe-ful storm.  It’s going to be a good year.

You
See me in the night
And
Judge me not one of you
I tell you this now to save you some time
Though I am now of the night,
I was not always such. 
To darker things I was called
For me, emergence into stars,  moon,  and caul,  was into light.