CLOUDS OF NIGHT
by... ...R. D. Peters
There upon a foggy morn, there upon the blackened dawn,
The thunder rolls and peels and groans, unrelentless deepening tones.
For there upon that foggy morn, there upon that blackened dawn,
Of the hour when stars are blinking --off and on-- by the clouds of Night,
Blinking --off and on-- twinkling to the heartbeat of an angel's delight.
And to the mortal soul there wondering,
They are but sparkling things for pondering.
But they are slaves, in a matrix of darkness, where Euminides surrounds the living graves.
And here upon this foggy morn, here upon this blackened dawn,
Of the hour when stars are blinking --off and on--
By the clouds of Night that now are shrieking,
Expell his anger, thunderous shrieking, thunderous shrieking.
For here upon this foggy morn, here upon this blackened dawn,
The time is nil for angels beaming, but not all is of imprudent design, as it is seeming.
For as the clouds of Night dispel the cosmic quivering of that lumionous globe,
By the hand of God they are set, forever, within his blackened robe.
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CLOUDS OF NIGHT
Posted - 01/21/2009 : 06:19:34
