Into the garment of the night
My eye snakes upward :
The moon chilly and pale
The night drags for long, now stale
As stars to my eyes tell a sad tale.
Breeze flows across all as blood through veins
The night’s calm sweet but filled with pains
The impeccable light blotched with darkness’ stains.
Barefooted across the fields I search for peace
In the night’s perfection there is something amiss
The blades of grass gives to my shins a gloomy kiss
The sweet aroma of grass around signals bliss
But that is what we seem to miss.
My pen in hand; sword for battle
In the face of the shadows my courage may rattle
But slave I’d be not and follow like cattle
Till dawn across this illusion does shatter
I and night will battle and batter
Mirage of demons behind shadows lurking do shatter.
©2017. 2-edged Pen