Lank Ghosts Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In the reign of horror
Lank ghosts
Tall and elongated
Roam about
With sweat on their
Bones
That burn of August temperatures
For here in the night
They shut off the star light
Bay as the moon in dreams
And sleepless count the beams
Creaking slow and dark
In the dim room mark
Dark elongated lines loud
In silence and in silhouettes proud
The verses roam about around
And humming chants abound
Heard only by sleepless Poet Seers
The rest sleep; drowse; in meres
Of the Sub-Conscious sink, where swim
As in a new Styx crocodiles at the rim
The very rim of bank over flown…………