Night Wind
Night wind in bleakness from over the sea,
Empty and lonely and soulless as me,
Racing through forests of pine with a gush,
Sanity — snatched in the rush.
Heavenly vistas enshrouded in black,
Silvery legions of cloud pulling back,
Showing the moon in her palace of stars,
There with the red dot of Mars.
Morbid obsessions envelop my mind,
Pitiless contumely — words so unkind,
Watching the planets in spiralling turns,
As my insanity burns.
Kissed by the spirits of air as they glide,
Rousing the sorrow that fills me inside,
Lonely as lighthouses stricken in night—
Lost in this perilous plight.
Destitute banshees alive in the squall,
Ripping through branches that tower so tall,
Wicked the energy, wicked the song,
Spilling from their wicked throng.
Glistening moonbeams alive on the lake,
Here as I sit on the mountain, awake,
Flown from the tumult of bickering men,
Flown to my foresty den.
Archaic magic alive in the air,
Feverish spirits provoke my despair,
So many losses, and spirits deceased,
With my irateness increased.
Mark the high heaven, inert as the clay!
Deaf as I holler and deaf as I pray,
Vast lamentation as wide as the sea,
Lacrimose — void of esprit.
Captives within that are blind to the gate,
Falling forever and destined to wait,
Here in the lowly recesses of God,
Standing on frostbitten sod.
ADL
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