Night of Ethereal

I heard a gentle tapping upon the night, Stirred up with a humble fright, As Darkness fallen upon my sight. his kindled lamp is my only light,

Night of Ethereal

By: Adam M. Snow

I heard a gentle tapping upon the night,

Stirred up with a humble fright,

As Darkness fallen upon my sight.

This kindled lamp is my only light,

Which flickers out till all is dark,

Which left upon me a kindled mark,

Which left me alone in a chamber murk,

Alone in a chamber cirque.

Not a candlelight to guide me,

Not a light to see.

I try that I must, but I cannot flee.

I try that I must to break free.

Out of my mouth sprung a whimper,

A plead with a simper,

As dark becomes a blur.

A Darkness as if it were,

Beseeched upon the nightfall.

No, beseeched upon enthral

By the Night of Ethereal,

By the Night of Sprawl.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the feel of this poem. Trying to find light and a escape in darkness was described with skill. I like the ending to the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Poetic Beauty]

This reminds me of someone stuck in a tomb and they are trying to find the way out. this poem has great detail on the imagery and the feeling to go along with it.