Night Of Scarlet Roses Poem by Adeosun Pelumi

Night fell,
Grim and desolate,
And the cloudy sky
Spilled forth not a single tear
Thunders clapped,
Lightening shrieked,
Like a cackling evil lord

Procession leading northward,
Feet thumping to music unheard,
The shadows offered no comfort
From the cold in a warmly night

The raven's caw,
A soothing dread,
The mournful howls of the wolves,
Resonating like a stricken bell

Marching onward
Toward doom;
Lying in wait for them,
In mortal clothing

A last look back,
A silent wish,
Unspoken but whispered still
To the night's listening ears
And the gods they serve

Each man,
Friend of his neighbour
And enemy of the future,
Shivers in remembrance
Of the coming bloodshed

Not a single ray of hope
Could be seen on night's face
As the world seems to have abandoned
Them to their plight

And each man,
With aching thoughts,
Of home and warmth,
No more