Eternal Nights

Unknown to most, forgotten by the rest, Unblemished reason flickers in the night’s Unending gloom, persistent in its quest Until its vigor kindles brighter lights. Beset by whispers from a living fold Before whose eyes it rises high or falls, Bedridden Virtue shivers in the cold Beneath the skies where harpies voice their calls. Alike, while wolves are cornering their prey Against the void which offers no escape, A beam of hope announces a new day Amid loud calls to end young Beauty’s rape. If only fools could speak the wise man’s tongue, Eternal days could never last too long. Find Langford's poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com