In The Long Night I Go Out In Despair Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In The Long Night I Go Out In Despair



In the long night I go out in despair
And sit on this knoll lighted by
The moon face in my hands.

Before me stretches a low hill beyond
A plain: the hill obscures and hides
The plain that lies after it.

I saw knives flying slow in the night air
I saw hands red with blood and white despair
I saw red dusk pacing the night in his lair.

Friday, March 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: despair,night,pain,red
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