Beasts In The Night Poem by John Powers

The sun is set
and the town is quiet
the birds are gone
and the streets are clear
the air is fresh
but what is that
before the city light?
silent and still
but for the wind
great black beasts
through the window
larger than a house
as tall as the sky
thrashing limbs in the night
always seeming to move
but never closer
the fearsome figure taunts
it imposes dominion
everything is shadow
in the death silhouette
this child knows fright
Beams blast the head of the beast
piercing holes in the blackness
an explosion ignites the sky
the great demon is shed of sin
and the darkness made to sparkle
colors flash under the rising sun
the beast turned to leaves by light.