The Next Moonless Night
Its chain cut again,
the demon is loose
Deep into the night,
she hunts darker truths
The hallway’s back stairs
her favorite retreat
Until daylight will threaten,
and her bite becomes weak
Then she staggers back wounded
inside shadows that call
Old blood trails now leading
to that dark lonely hall
Where a door is rechained
and its lock fastened tight
Until a hacksaw appears
—with the next moonless night
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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