Midnight's Flight

Midnight's flight in ogre screams
shadowy shrieks that shred the stillness,
pillow pants of gaping gasps,
sorrow's shroud smothers with groan in silence.

Moans and murmurs rise from closet chambers
tones of terror to torment my threads of thought,
night sewn with phantom fabric possessing mourner's sleeves,
kite of sandman soars towards cemetery scenes
spirit sinks into stinging cesspool of sobs
where funeral fears float as dirge musicians.

Prayer for providence release uttered
as a fleeting chant,
lost in the claptrap shouts of mental gnomes.

Fueling the fires forged by fear
chimney inside the heart burns
snorts and snarls intuitive resurge
symphony from despair's composure
writes melancholy's music
played repeatedly in piercing notes
frayed of light or hope.

Singing in guttural lament
the resonance of resignation,
awakening to a zombie's clarion call,
air bristles with sun's rejuvenation.

Perhaps a song will be played tonight
where banshee artist don't rehearse
and life is a melodious harp of serenity
instead of an off key shrill of sadness.