Midnight LArk

Intended to create imagery and portray Emotion.

Woe the cry of the midnight lark,

For without the moon the land is dark.

And so is the entirety of my broken heart,

Barren, desolate and deathly stark.

I need not tell you of my haunted Dreams,

Demons, Ghouls and deadly Fiends.

But endless torture I endure,

The reason, unknown. Tears are pure.

Days drift on and with changed view,

Nights spent solemnly weeping for you.

Time burns forward, brilliant hue.

People getting older, still love true.

Perhaps this poison filling my head

Will help me feel peace again: Dead

But I know that happiness is within my grasp,

If only I could undo this calamitous clasp.

That holds me, binded, unable to change,

Pent up inside like a mad man: Deranged

Once long ago there was endless desire,

Now Heart wrenching Despair: no embers from fire.

And so, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust,

What once was solid, now gone in a Gust…

Author's Note

I might have used a miss-spelled word but its the message and imagery i wanted to get across.