In the Hour of My Night
Steel kiss from phantom blades abounding,
Adagios anguished, lick, resounding,
Fierce hammers rage, in Darkness pounding-
In the hour of my night.
My beggared soul to grim remand,
Nestles deep 'neath an ebon sand,
Where gaunt and ghostly jackals stand-
In the hour of my night.
With chaliced draught of Desolation,
Toasting Twilight's coronation,
Embraced! Poor heart's disconsolation-
In the hour of my night.
Gone, frailest hope to shadows tame,
When murmurs soft, this beast its name!
Fair Dawn droops spent, and mute, and lame-
In the hour of my night.
Copyright © Michael Grugan | Year Posted 2011
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