Night falls, spreading its black canopy,
And right on cue, the moon appears,
Resurrecting unbridled ghosts
That salute me with taunts and jeers
Loneliness and woe rise from their graves
And dance in the luminous air;
Let them claim their damned victory!
My shattered heart yields in despair
I'm imprisoned in this godless realm
Of loneliness and misery - -
A dank cave that echoes my cry:
Love, why have you abandoned me!
And through it all the remorseless moon
Holds the sun's healing light at bay;
As despair flaunts its victory,
A faint light breaks the fading gray
Finally, the dawn! what welcome relief - -
With its light, the spirits depart,
The callous moon waves its farewell,
Bringing small comfort to my heart
For I know what awaits me tomorrow
As the night overcomes the day:
The rising moon will signal the hour
For the demons to come out and play
This gave me the shivers Lora. A good, well written poem my friend.
wonderful rhythm in this poem, , , , like the rhyming words too, , ,
It's strangely so that the demons from the past arrive on our bedside as nocturnal guests and depart with the day. This poem is an absorbing observation of that phenomenon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Have you the Celtic in you mavorneen. We know of the spirits who assemble for their nightly festivities. Can't wait for Hallowe'en. We will have some great crack.