There Was Never a Stiller Night

There was never a stiller night Before that seemed so brim with spite Whose heavy fingers pressed my window Which forked a tongue of lightning glow That spoke at length with my state of blight. Spider webs for clarity of thought Snakes that hissed silently and were fraught With hatred, were each my companion Each rivaling to have dominion But neither one respected my lot And burning within those surly clouds Was the stench of fear as a shroud That surrendered not a word nor clue As to what I must or mustn't do To quell the voice within and without.