SETTLED IN TO THE NIGHTS TOUCH
The night dark in physical pain,
agony reserved for the body
that carries me through another sleepless night.
covered in clouds,
no moon to jump
that I can see
from my position
earth bound welded.
The rare heard noises stretch out
to one certain
in my sole cave carved out of the darkness.
from yonder way
mimicking the pulse of my own pained heart.
repeat over and over
the once holy heartbeat of blood drenched earth.
A puppy with the millstone of its birth
wrapping its neck lifting it,
choking it til’ the long high whimper
is finally crushed out,
breath no more, the pulse gone
sustenance for this moonless night’s evil.
needs not any help
from mortal souls
to disfigure the mind of them aware,
of the demons lurking in the spaces
found between light.
Come to me bloodless death
sailing in on the neap tide night,
take your mill portion hanging on the wheel.
I will wait as the night eats it prey
chewing the warm flesh
of dead youth
I will not fear
nor brook this satiated night.
I will finish my own hot
smoky business and
watching it eat
ponder upon this noisy repose;
is it the banshee warning before me
or the unforgiving portent
sound of my own
impotent demise returning?
© M Durfee