The Twilight Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The twilight
Trembling
Trembling
That
Was
Just our fare
For
The
Night
The rest was cold
Outside
Inside
The
Hunger
Gnawed
But
More
The
Sadness
For what the beauty of the stars
That peeped?
And of the moon?
No, no, only sadness
And
The frost
The chill
The iron first
Of
Suffering
These
Were
The
Notes
That
Came
Jarred
Broken
From
That
Deep
Sadness:
And
Night
Taking
Pity strayed its clouds
Over the heavens
Immense
Of
The cold
And sweat of the blood passion