Tyranny

After midnight
comes a hour,
when the leaves are sworn to death
and breezes cease to flow
darkness serene and solemn
the night seems moping something divine
as ghost in tomb and child in womb


The wight orbed maiden
under the cavern of black
watching in horror the serenity of black
nothing tumultuous ,
nothing despondent,
yet the anonymity of darkness
compels nature to cry
but oh ; you dark
so mighty the strength of thy vet
not even a single gasp from the rest

no despair is there
yet no ray
seems capable to peer
emotions ceased ,
stars freezed,
prey and predator stop to sway
earth seems at rest
and dreams compelled to flee
oh so impulsive is the strength
of thine dark side
even thou seems contemplating in fright


But slowly it dawns on me
the greatness of darkness
even divine seeks rest,
this darkness brings
with this purple appears
heaven smiling
and twilight sheds away
time for me to dissolve in fading black
lovers like embracing
before separating