Let the night go on

Let the night go on,
and on and on
before the serpent,
coiled up
in cool shadows of
infernal thoughts,
gathers evidence
why life is useless

Why each day
is a manifesto to
past and present failures

The middle of the night,
when crickets console,
let it go on forever.
It's safe time;
the world on hold time,
before the serpent
strikes in daylight
and the world
unleashes its venom

Author's Note

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Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Dear, Relic, I know there is more to what is insight,
The serpent, it's true nature,
but also the Darkn world of a serpent,
love the imagery, of what is eerie, and forbidden
----great write, 1809 Black Plague December

[Relic]

Thank you very much.

[willweb]

The middle of the night, the safe time, when hopefully the wicked sleep but beware the rising sun for they too shall rise with it. Kind of creepy but very damn cool. Yep, I liked this.

[Relic]

Thank you very much, willweb. :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

"The middle of the night when crickets console..."

All is well in the middle of the night as long as we hear the monotonous sound of the cricket chirping through the perpetual darkness. It is when they suddenly fall silent, that makes me wonder. Perhaps the serpent is preparing to unleash its venom as we are deep in REM sleep. A most intriguing perspective, Tim.

[Relic]

It's always an honer to see you on my page, Kelly, thanks. :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Likewise, Tim!

[Lorry]

I am a night owl, for many reasons, but for the most part it's to see the day begin and the quiet murmurs of night that no longer leaves me jumping into the air while doing a 360, screeching like a little girl "What was that?"
It is also a time which proves that people can shut the hell up, but choose not to. Those people should be sentenced to life in cities and banned from rural places for life, along with their whiny little cars, whining zas a warning of what noise will be coming our way if he sets up camp with his brood anywhere within scream-shot.
But beware my friend. I heard tell that only 80% of the world's venom is released in daylight, with the other 20% escaping as they sleep from their toxic oozing pores.
Okay, it might make me an easy victim target, but I find wearing earphones with nothing playing, dark glasses and a white stick that turns into nunchuks gives anyone who thinks ill be their victim, a surprise as shocking as a tazer. And that's not even mentioning my penguin onesie get up 🙄

[Relic]

lol Thanks so much for humorous comment, Lorry. Much appreciated. :)

[Chris Shaw]

Love the contrast here between night and day. I sense the peace and stillness of the night, disturbed only by the sound of crickets. There is safety while the serpents sleep. Shattered in the morning light when the world wakes up to a venom breakfast and the whole cycle starts again. Great poem.

Chris

[Relic]

Thanks for the comment, Chris. :))))

[DIVYA]

Oh what a fantastic analogy of the world and its venomous, vitriolic ways! Somewhat slowed down by the thickness of the night when the vipers creep into their holes for respite from their own horrid selves and getting replenished for the next day's strike. A great contrast too between the natures of day and night as well as a great statement on the monotonous drama that's life. Stunning read!

[Relic]

Thank you for your comment, Divya. It's much appreciated. :)

[DIVYA]

Loved it! You're most welcome.