Specter Of The Night, Whither Go You, Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Specter of the night, whither go you,
You shudder realizing that I espied you
Yet look! There be thousands of ghosts
And shrouds that roam the streets and
Alleys of this old city
This night in this cold city:
Where winter and the night compete
For sovereignty over the old town:
The winds, the frost, the chill
Have not deterred you
To go underneath from whence
You came
Or from the yawning tomb:
Specter of the night, I will sleep now,
With one supreme desire
That you haunt me in my dreams, be
One with my Sub-Conscious All
And All with you.