Night Poem by Tyler Mason

Idle stars at the speed of light
Devoured divine at dusk’s delight
And tempests tremble at only the sight
Of castles crumbling in the night

And what night pulls close aloft its crest
Are solemn stars and brindled dress
And what night holds tight upon its breast
Are tranquil tears and spheres fluoresced

Angels fly furtively feverish white
And howls in the hollow, pale rider twilight
Silver shackles clutch a horse of graphite
As the cold, whimpering wind takes flight