Tremor In the Dark

At the darkest hour of men’s fear I walked the street into the gate Alone at night, when men slept In a parley of man and spirits of hell Nameless being in my course Ruminating quietly in the dark. Within Tremor, fear enough that vent the blood A lonely roam at evil hour Increased in size, The head to burst. Without Noiseless wind And haze wetting earth Careless animals in various cloths Thirst and hunger assuaged, None prevent. Above Spirits roam reaping, watch on the boarders of earth and mortals but mortal men at such hour, vain without sight.