For Nothing All Shall Go

Night, and I am up
    Among the other
Shades of netherworld.
    The sun is dying.
No dawn's guaranteed

To anyone. Wait.
    Before you translate,
You must decipher.
    There is a deep sleep
That is and is not

Death. There is a death
    That does and does not
Resurrect itself
    And, with it, you. You,
Phantom of the day,

Mystery awake,
    Wondering, asleep
Nonentity, done.
    Neither sounds nor words
But silent guideposts

Without any signs
    You can interpret
Are your escorts down.
    If I weren't awake,
I couldn't warn you.