A Dark Has Descended Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A dark has descended

A dark has descended in to my Soul
And it will not go.

It is thick, the dark
And I touch it


The house was a Tower

The house was a Palace

Empty.

Falling bit by bit.

In the Night the Shadow Birds
Entered and left through shady windows of
The broken panes.


Gulping of waters was heard in the House
Of Horror though the House was dry.

And there were Shades that beat on their breasts

And there were pains and lenses in each Soul.

Desipe
Imi
Olipe
Stelimi
Borin
Desili
Opim
Herim
Feketi
Deriste
imi


And Age is harsh and heavy of the Hand
As Time be mighty of its Hands.

Each day small carcades to the Cemetery.

Blue soared the Towers by the Cemetery

And the small carcades each day to the Cemetery


And the small bats and
The larger bats soared
Soared in the Cemetery
Impatient.