Night

An hypocrite world

Night
And moonlight
With stars' bright
Moon in sight
Kissing Mount's height
When men's plight
To them right
Or not right
pull a fight
In night's heart
a dagger start
And soul path
In dark spot
First the sprout
Then the halt
Feared hearts flight
Men winged fast
To sanctuary state
Blood in sight
Horror at night
What earth
Do men dwelt?
Stab at night
Sorry in bright.

Reviews

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Sobering read. Deep. Well penned.