The Night Is Auspicious Poem by Tanathica

The night is auspicious.
No trace of the usual spectres,
The shadows dance vicious;
Rising from rich black nectars

Tonight holds much music.
For I am alone and with good intent,
Silence, bucolic;
All that I want - to see where I went

My memory's fractured.
Recalling the inhuman growling,
But I was enraptured;
I heard in it fragments of singing.

Some whisperer waning
The bedroom bleeds in as I wake
Sharp phrases explaining
The quarry, the method, the route that I take

Oh, blood fills my chalice!
By morning each day it is gone.
A dirge of great malice;
And I drink and I sing, so wretched a song.

The night, it is empty,
Like the chalice each morning becomes,
I‘ve murdered so many
But only by night can my sins be undone