Darkest Night

When descends the tortuous night

And demons kneel to prey,

No blanketed enclosure

May keep such fiends at bay.

Tormented by the fearsome one,

Urges turn to need,

Horn’d spectres gather round in dark

To suppurate and feed

On souls of those whose black despair

Shrouds burdens into gloom.

Malevolence lurks in corners

Of even brightest room.

Bleak despondence, this the scourge,

That eats at wholesome flesh,

Annihilates hope, once professed,

Spirits to enmesh

With such as those who haunt the night

Or day, if eclipse persists.

Light within reveals the way.

Only this resists.

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Foretaste Of Heaven

Seekers ask why and who, what and when

And where and, usually, how,

Must I live to ensure clear fulfilment

In life lived in the here and the now.

 

Hunters espy the target they seek

And plan how to meet the provisions,

Situate selves to best prey entrap

To achieve successful mission.

 

Quarry runs scared in every direction

Afraid to settle, except only themselves to hide,

Eyes darting always in fear of detection.

Life lived but with terror inside.

 

Learners believe that life is a book,

Encyclopaedic in nature

With facts to be learned by rote, kept in mind,

Often to prove their own stature.

 

Scientists experiment with wondrous array

Of elementary particles of land

Take notes and measure, test out their theories,

Dismiss faith often quite out of hand.

 

Lovers embrace that thing known as love,

Yearn for love gained and given.

Many there are who seek many ways

To experience a foretaste of heaven.

Bay Alone At The Moon

Lupine intensity, eyes full of fire,

Transfixed prey, on the prowl,

Keen self-absorption

On quarry to kill,

Predator may later howl

 

For hunting alone, apart from the pack,

Though separate in each identity,

Risks hunter becoming

Game for another,

No one alone is certified entity.

 

Outlaw to nature and natural ways,

Outcast from familial brood,

Danger and fear,

Paranoia instilled,

Bloodline means that you should

 

Be part of the pack, still standing alone

On hill, eyes fixed on the moon,

Remembering self,

But existing with all,

Such bay is much more in tune

 

With natural law and affinity,

Antecedents denying the need

To hunt all alone

Nor bite where you’re loved,

Nor sever the hand that helps feed.