The Mourning of Night

Franco Gonza Midnight groans so quietly From a tower far below, Stars within the pathway Give off a charcoal tinge, And darkness roves, alone Farther than my throbbing glance And moves back into a shade, Like the deepening of these eyes Where the pale glimmer withers Past ghastly streaks of mourning. Like ashes, through the night Setting the sun, to be gone Constellations peacefully gather, like an acrobat, falling to sadness The moon peruses, a small light, overseeing time's twisting fate. Night slowly fades into another gem Alone, pierced by stars A blank reflection of ebony Covering the soul. ~A Poet Destroyer collaboration~ Collaboration Celebration---Dark Days