Forest of Night
By LostInTime
Forest of Night
In this forest of night
This silence of night
This dark and somber quiet of night
Your spirit is screaming through remembered pain
In this black and useless death of night
The tombs of time far to dead to hear
The sighing minds enclosed in ice.
Far too dead to sing
The hollow discordant tunes of time.
In this field of night
This empty of night
This burning, searing, void of night
You long to voice your mourning truths
As young and lonely seeds of night.
You throw words at pedestal graves
Until all meaning is lost
The sun weeps at your story
And the moon steals your glory
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Copyright 2011 LostInTime
Published on Saturday, October 15, 2011.
Filed under: "Philosophical" and
"Poetry"