Night Has Marched Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The
Night
Has
Marched
Kept
Off
The
Dusk
Kept
Off
The
Waning
White
Of
Day
Fell
The
Emotions
Slow
The
Lights
In
The
Old
Towns
And
Cities
One
By
One
And
Slow
Mournful
You
Face
The iron gates
Of
The
Cemetery
Your
Heart
Enters
The
Feet
Remain
Rooted
Your
Inner
Soul
Enters
The
Cemetery
Enters
Up
The
Road
That
Leads
Upwards
Upwards
You
Hear
The
Chants
Of
The
Ghosts
And
The
Shrouds
The
Rattling
Skeletons
The
Ceasing
Chants
The
Genesis
And
Beginning
Of
The
Whispers…
Whispering….