Song Of The Night Poem by Peter Black

Song Of The Night



Blackness born from chaos bred
In silence, sung while man in bed
Dreams of peace and love and cheer
To raise his heart from pits of fear,
Hides in blankets lest he cries
Towards heaven his teary eyes
Gaze at her poison and ills.
The furies are not at her will.
Though dark the light through her goes.
By her shade its effluence grows.
Then pays homage to the Gods
Before it falls on earthen haunts.

Monday, December 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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