What Happened To You?

There’s a dark in your eyes now,

There’s a fire in the sky,

There’s a looming of storm clouds

Up where the devils fly;

In their flocks of a thousand

They’ll migrate far away;

No one knows where they come from

Or how long they will stay.

There’s a blackness of soul now,

But it’s not dark-of-night-

Velvet-softly a-cloaking,

Silver-clasped by starlight-

It’s the blackness of husk-things,

It’s the blackness of rage,

Spilled in jagged-hate ink lines

Over unforgiving page.

There’s a shade in your eyes now,

There’s a void in your face,

There’s dark on your brow

Where some light’s been replaced.

The shadows on the prairie

Brood below the long grass,

Fade into themselves- silent-

Let the evil thing pass.