The Night

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How dost night protest thee?
Her moonbeam chisled face fallen at your door,
and gravelly steps of strangers near
bringing thoughts of heart stopping fear…

Tick tock, tick tock, friendly eve,
Insanity for innocence deadly grieve
against the blackest grain of night.
A shoulder’s invisible touch –
and other things such –
as find you near quarter of three.

Whispering voices down the hall –
whenst look tis nothing at all…
The devil’s hour comes…
and mind’s eye wide sublime
find crickets, ghosts and broken time.

With blankets held to chin
and walls breathing in –
you finally accept and show with a grin!

for tis not some robber, or menace of sort…
but only death come to court….

Silly old Death…..
So much starker, and darker
then is brother Birth…
and so, my life on Earth….

Good night…..



© 2013 John Richter

About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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