One Night Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

ONE NIGHT

As I remember it was the spring,
And every creeping rustling
Of each long veil which cloaked my window
Swayed like a ghost, to and fro.

A bat did flutter in the light
Of the clouded, dead moon which hid the night
From any semblance of all things bright.
And as a fire grows from flame to flame -
Suddenly in the horrible wind
In the morbid moan of a tamarind
I heard HER name….

The bride I killed one autumn day
When her fair, white back was turned away,
And now I live within a room,
Forever gone from the outer world
Where eternal terror is unfurled -
Sleeping in her horrid tomb!

John Lars Zwerenz