A Night of Unlife

A lighthouse of full

From sea of null

Crashed city

Life’s remains

Brought to decay

Of death’s domain

 

Ethereal light still shines

Where none continues on

Sucked from skies

That Gaunt God

Petrified pale

By the horrors that come in gale

In the night of man’s trail

 

Away it still tocks

That accurséd clock

The job it did in life

It yet continues in strife

With every gone hour

(If in this night, time be a power)

The figure lets out its lament

So sorrowful and sojourned

Of never-rusting copper’s

Hateful horror

 

By the dreaded pinnacle

Across the sickly sky

That holds that malicious moon

Fly the things

The goatish gaunts

Free of sun that haunts

Now to roam the night

That lasts forever, that’s right

And the light shall shine for never more

 

Down in the sea

Without a living thing

City’s corpses compounds down

Upon pickings of people, long since damned

Souls forever bound

To the grey, grimy ground

And the silhouettes of once

Linger as Lilith

To their scratching spirits

Who are of peace bereft

And claw as luminescence

At a heaven high

Or a hell to die

But both are without essence

For the only peace for tortured souls

Is the dreaded contentment

That comes with despairment

Author's Note

Any critique would be excellent so that I may improve, thank you!