Dark Tidings

When wind whips high in the night Shrilling it's loneliness Or the cold grey curl of the fog Follows me through the streets Terror is my name, as the asphalt trembles And I land on your doorstop, With horror at your rumpled feet In this day's dole of happenings I triumph over those who fear My cloven hooves of tidings So far from the spot where horror Lies fused in common planetary chaos With no one knowing the end...the time or place Before your eyes...recognize my form I speak with deceit mixed with truth What is real...? Consider me depraved The bannered headline, I go on record For news now looms in startled silhouette Look at this new day, look gravely in it's face Futile those who evict a glance To edit me, without chance to erase my lies It looks back from a mirror eye to eye Some equinox of destiny That slithers back to hither...slime or shame It has come to pass, somewhere... Will it come here on your street? Do you wish to escape, your name in black? What slithers, darkly, to bedevil you... What creeps inside your peace of mind Seen darkly in the daily news