Fades To Disappear

Darkness passes on forever, like a shade without position,
Night times symphony echoes a thunderous raw, digesting destiny with foul play. 
Ruthless sombre drowns the silence, into dumbfounded surrender that gives awakening to pain.
Forbidden tears are strangled by the blade that appears worthy, and is all too clear,
Insanities beckoning, whispers as if possessed by the devil, yet by dawn they disappear.

Marooned Shadows loom like vibrant beasts, assertive in their find,
Reuniting in battle, yet by dawn they disappear.

The dark abysses aggression denies spirits access, within its rage of fury in the gayety
of night,
As the eluded reprisal is driven by imaginations delusion, a scream aloof to sight.
Night times bumps is an illusion, a fear of being found
To again become accustomed, a need to be precise in remembering every sound,
One hears outside at night and Yet by dawn they disappear.

Darkness provokes emotion, the will to kill or cry, or simply feel a marvel in the
mysteries of the night.
Nothing hears clearer then the solitude of night, it hears you wail within your prayer, 
It sees your sorrowed tearful stare.
To the stars and moon our feelings give way, to darkness that listens but never gains the
praise.
In the moon theres magic, in a star a wish, but night time who just listens, just fades to
disappear.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Cooke Avatar
July 22, 2011 at 12:21 AM
to the stars and moon our feelings give way, to darkness that listens but never gives the praise. love that line, deep poem, love the craft
Marsh Avatar
June 22, 2011 at 4:58 PM
Bring the darkness of night with all of it's fears, the tricks of the human mind reducing you to tears. Fearing the shaddows that are brought by the night, yet nothing is there but what your mind brought to life. A magical time described to a tea, your poem was brilliant or at least it was that for me. ;-)
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