Hark the Owl
Hark the owl in mournful tone,
Awake in midnight gloom,
On the branches, sitting prone,
Proclaiming coming doom.
Hark the solemn voice so sad,
A loneliness profound,
Starlit heavens glinting mad,
Above the haunting sound.
Faerie jump with graceful feet,
Between the darksome leaves,
Leaping spry with limbs so fleet,
As night wind softly heaves.
Starlight pointed and profound,
Awake in endless skies,
Like a dream from hallowed ground,
So many sparkling eyes.
The trees are silhouetted soft,
In elongated poise,
Skeletons with hands aloft,
As ghostly comes the noise.
Again the owl, in hopeless talk,
Conversing to the night,
As the demons watch and stalk,
Neath heaven’s loveless sight…
adamdaniel 