Into the Night
I walk alone into the night;
into its shadowy silence
where myriad diamonds light
the sky with twinkling luminance;
where its nocturnal clutch conjures
imaginary images:
wierd, phantasmagoric specters
with unworldly, frightful faces.
Luna, mother of night shadows
beams down through naked boxelders
their swaying branches cast below
cimmerian moving creatures:
malevolent fabrications
of my grotesque imagination.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2012
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