Aram Stefanian

Rookie - 176 Points (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)

Dying Nightlights - Poem by Aram Stefanian

You wonder it it's lights out or rebirth
Maybe a bizarre vision that spaces you out
Don't wanna retire from God's green earth
You can't resist that seductive astral clout

To become the tiniest shred of the universe
A noncorporeal spirit drained of passion and pain
Devoid of a tongue to utter praise or a curse
Having nothing but inarticulate fear on the brain

The angels are scaring the dying nightlights out of you
The silent mournful guides to the realm of deep rest
As soon as the mystic gates of Eden are within view
''Here be demons'', you hear and wish you didn't go West


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 20, 2010


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