Graveyard Dream

Natty disasters sitting in boneyard wing Hidden rolling shadows re-occurring Tumbles the rain that rapture bring All sodden on Golgotha fog·ging Utterly murky shadows about Dank teeth beyond the tomb square The blindness of the swollen moon thereabout Lightning strike, bitter air scare The sky cracks as if slashed by a knife Somewhere in yonder thunder blast wave Sneak trees creak into the air life Sinister and frosty on the grave Spread quaking fears under midnight stroke Dull spirits near shadowy flagstones Grasping dark devils amongst the cloud choke A poet's life, a written dream captured around ghostly tombstones