Night

Night

When the sun hit the earth and the moon flew up high. 

As the stars flickered on in the serenity of the night. 

A bush in the corner of a ramshackle cottage hut. 

Did hold within what should never have been put. 

A soul stuck within a soul stricken light. 

A hole within the ground ground up a whole soul this night. 

A light that had flickered in the serene sky up high. 

Will fall to the ground this night. 

Spite. 

Spiked ball of nothing is nothing alike. 

To what you had ever seen in this deafening peace of this night. 

This deathly piece had set alight tonight. 

Not quite as light as panic held within. 

Had leaked into the bush and flickered stars stare dead again. 

Again? 

In light is dark and nights so stark do come to rest. 

In the grave of time this night, this night, time is quiet tonight. 

Rest. 

For you will awake but not to light. 

The white of black will blind you eyes in permanence, tomorrow will never be. 

Tomorrow will never see today as light has lost its way to you. 

You die. 

You die. 

I laugh. 

And sky. 

Collapse. 

Tonight. 

Relapsed. 

But nigh. 

It happens. 

In truth. 

The stars do cry and fall to death and slash at eyes who seek deny this hallowed night tonight in night the light is sly. 

The light is gone. 

Your eyes are gone. 

You see nothing. 

Nothing to see. 

See nothing. 

That garden is deadly. 

Tonight.