Midnights Voice (November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)
The Witches of the Southern Hemisphere
The screeching witches are in agony...
A thief with no remorse has set them by...
A half moon sets at just after 1 am,
bits and byes.
They cross the Southern Hemisphere,
In a cloudless sky like shooting stars
Oh! the wrongful witches will seek revenge
Taking toil on the acts of perversion
They have been persecuted to.
Beware fiend your days are due tonight
And darkness your toll will ring
And resounding far and wide your
Pain will seem miniscule to the universe of pain.
Love seems silly to my heart,
My heart is silly in love
Take this perfect Sunset
Imprint it unto forever
Forever, forever, forever.
Now my light fades upon
My page of words, upon
... upon the shadow creeping in.
Kiss the twilight
The Elvin delight
Take me to the darkness of night.
Where I can no longer see the words I write.
Into the soul of darkness let me hide,
In my image and not God's...
by and bye
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