The Blackest Night
by Noizy1
No shadows may fall
on this stygian night.
No silvery orb
to lend luminous favor.
No shimmering horn
by which the angels may steer,
Nor fair concubine
to stave off this mad winter.
No chance for forgiveness,
but burning desire.
No wings for the phoenix,
nor stars which to soar to.
No muse to inspire,
no love-verse to delight.
Nor love-song to lull sweet
through this soul-hungry night. |
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Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 26-Jun-2007 |
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