Night Has Fallen

Night has fallen

Vibrating under the sky

Thieves surround the ever forgotten

Aged eyes glancing prophesize the glass of sin.

Night has fallen

Muscles drained misery locked by chains

Unmade silences climb into a pardon,

The locks of intimacies continue to stain.

Night has fallen

The green grave made damp

The trail of blood cracking down the horsemen rotten

The scarlet hands of night descending cramps

Night has fallen again, found alone

May one day be set free by the everlasting glow;

The drum of unkind crooked thumbs silenced by the frost of wintered howls,

Made quiet by the morning fowls.

Alone day breaks

Unhurt by ancient hours

Horns of dawn breaking, candled escapes

The sockets of man made bear through scour

No cold exists in the breaking light

Winter’s film made ghosts of flesh in the limit of robes.

Knives of spring blinding the sight

Of instruments of man to whom they owe.