The Flowers of Night

Within the Darkness surrounding, Inside the blackness permeating, And amidst Hell's trumpets sounding Hides the secret of night's greeting. Sacred tales of sorrow founding Gives ease to an evil telling, When the Devil's dogs come bounding Down dark halls with demons yelling. Archaic rites of dying men Lend reason to living souls- A game in which Love is foreign And all men simply play their roles. To the flame of a distant light Which defied Nature's righteous laws; To the star that conquered the night And revealed the gods' mighty flaws: That within the black of darkness, Beneath the lowest cave's cavern, Beneath Leviathan's abyss, Precious flowers in the night burn. -michael aldridge