Cold, cold night.
Lidless eyes
Glaring through
the blackness,
Into the depths
of my spirit,
Into the dungeons
of my mind,
Drinking the sap of my sorrow,
Feasting on the marrow of my fear,
Yawning,
Swallowing tree,
flesh, and flower,
Field, wall, and
tower.
Fade into nothing within nothing,
A lone fleck of sand within the maw of the infinite.
Cold, cold night.
Lying alone, utterly alone.
Wishing, hoping,
wondering
What shadowy Fate
will bring,
Lost within a thought so deep and mournful;
Death and desire.
Solitude.
Cold, cold night.
Forest murmurs,
Gibberings,
Mutterings,
Mouthless
whispers,
Insane
babblings of tortured phantoms
Singing,
howling, wailing in the murky breeze:
"Despair! For night shall reign forever!"
Cold, cold night!
George Chadderdon © 1994