Impending Night

The impending night has fallen upon us It woke with much persistence Our hearts fled from its rage like a doe from a rifle But the blast had already been made. . . People fall like rain The clouds are crestfallen with grief And the darkness has no mercy Rain soaks...leaves an impact The falls are devastating... She was so strong, like a diamond she shined Only to burn away and be one with the grime I never saw her go But the angry darkness of her essence—strangely glows... He choked on his words, his memory Like a child swallowing a pill It is sticking in our throats Against our will And the dose ever grows. . . Who will stop the night? You wicked thing how achingly stormy you have become! Rich in your light as it smothers you whole Leaving the rest to the droll sound of its toll She burned As they watched in angry happiness The smoke of her spirits filling our hearts No expressions...heavy depressions He was left to melt and rebuild His wick ignites—burns are second nature Though images are hard to swallow She still talks to our souls Her story still to be told Like diamonds never found A flame of hope hovers We remain instilled in the rot The darkness smothers Its heavy slumber always waking