The night is calling
Out in dark, deafening silence
Nubile as newly wed, burning
of thirst and rage,
like nymphets of lure, standing vigil
Athenas heathen vigour,
putting forth a passionate call
soaked in furore,
the fringes past Eden’s orchard
a sky clad in twilight,
sheathing entrails of stoic philosophy
Death and Dystrophy
seek in eager a champion, to bathe
in beauty of dark, gleaming,
into stardust.
The night is calling.
Out in calmth, vigorous scape
Men stands a hapless being
in baffling intricacies of understanding,
Life and Entropy
semblance of a roman deity,
his heart swinging in Hypnos’s loin,
drowned in effervescent rage, of coming dawn,
the hallowed trinity of Good, Neutrality and Evil decreeing
an unnatural dichotomy, of hope and desolation
Dusk versus Dawn
the night, sentient and baptised yet
condemned to sin,
seek in eager a sigil, to awakening,
out of this daydream.
In songs of Virgil …
The night is calling …
©️ Rainman 2020
Authors Note: Thanks Thomas Gaudex for bearing with all my amateur-ish scribblings and still housing a lot of them in your beautiful publication here.
You are a rocker.
