Into the night

Written by: Albert Ahearn

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.