Darkness

night’s realm lays in great forests dark and deep strong tall trees stand in brooding stolid indifference barren twisted limbs reach deeply into clear black sky grasping fruitlessly full moon’s piercing cold white beams casting grey sinister shadows upon hard frozen ground abandoned to gambol in impulsive provocative dance incited by wickedly fierce courses of rasping winter wind playing gloomy melodies arranged on creeper and grass sirens of maddening woe and bleak foreboding wax ghostly coaxing him gently toward endless abysmal melancholy forming narrow furrows of age and grief upon his face staring soulless brooding eyes’ in empty earthward focus study insignificant gleaming steel grey stone monuments chiseled upon with names of father mother sister passed wasting his life imprisoned in unending anguish and sorrow questions an omnipotent power’s righteous grand design answered by luminescent cloud cloaked spokes of moonlight waning lunar light beams dim to impenetrable gloom beckoning harsh winter chill nearer heart and soul callused extinct of warm compassion joy understanding contradicted by falling swollen flakes of soft snow piling noticeably in great white frigid heaps ending as forgotten footprints belie an eastward trek