In The Dark of Night
The crimson tide of the ever flowing evening
sunlight, caressing the mighty mountain tops
and the deep valleys below so green, so bright.
Dark shadows silently scurry across the open
earth seeking secret crevasses for their nightly
stay, unwelcome during the brightness of
the sunlit day.
Time is at ease as a cool breeze flows
through the tall oak trees, and the phantom
of night starts its evening flight.
The cloak of darkness is total and long lasting
as the soul of man tries to rest, but with the darkness
comes a host of unholy guests; Poe, his obnoxious raven
and screaming insanity at it's best.
Jackie R. Kays