A Song For the Darkness

The blackened  sky gives us dark and light,
‘Why don’t you come out and play tonight?’
The stars twinkle, amusement in their eyes,
The full moon suggests evil,
Secrets withheld by the trees,
Savory maple.
We listen carefully,
The whining of the wind begins to taper,
Tapers until it lessens so;
A light whistle is the only sound,
Dancing shadows do a ballroom dance,
Across the sunken ground.

Fear imbeds deep in thy soul,
Of the baying of wolves,
Of frost and cold.

The stars of light amber rain down upon us,
Hit our hairlines,
Streak them gold.

What is that whistle my darling,
Listen, listen,
It’s growing fast,
The whining of the wind returns at last,
Our hands rub together,
Yet still your fingers frost,
The haunting chill of winter,
Chooses it’s victims,
It is us the beast accosts.

The shadows quicken to a taunting tango,
The earth shivers beneath our feet,
The baying of the wolves comes as the whining lessens,
We are safe for now, my sweet.

Tap, tap, tap,
I hear it now,
Nudge you lightly,
It’s what I feared,
The wind has come on fast, yet again,
Past its usual whine,
So it has steered.

Listen, listen.
Tap, tap, tap.

It closes in on us,
It creeps,
The wind flirts with the soles of our shoes,
Creeps up to our knees,
Knocks frantically at our windows,
Our doors.

The wolves baying calls out to kin,
The world around us begins to spin,
As the wind whistles out a tune,
Whines out a note,
That sends the falling leaves afloat,
That sends a creeping chill,
Through our torsos and past our pants,
down to our ankles,
where the excited shadows continue their beautiful, taunting dance,
My love, my love,
Give this time a chance.

Listen, Listen,
The wolves in unison continue to bay,
The leaves on the menacing trees,
They sweep and sway.
Does the whistling calm you,
Like it does me?
There is no reason to fear,
My dear,
Don’t you see.

Rub your hands together,
Don’t feel alone,
On the night where the amber starlight,
embeds in our minds,
like carvings to stone.

Your hair is beautiful tainted golden,
I assume so is mine,
On this charming eve so perfect,
This midnight divine.

Come with me into the dancing shadows,
walk deeper and deeper in,
Don’t be shy,
Hear the wind?
Yes, it continues to cry.

With the wolves who are baying,
The stars that do shine.
Everything here?
You see, it is mine.

I trace the steps the shadows dance,
The evil moon I easily romance,
I tease it,
Taunt it,
Make it glow,
All to put on this dazzling show.

For you, for you,
My Sweet,
My love,
Look down below you,
Gaze up above.

Listen, listen,
As everything creeps and crawls,
The stars are so tantalizing,
The trees so tall.

Can you hear the heavens whistling their happy tune?
They are no longer whining,
For you they swoon.
For the shadows creep ever so slowly back into the depths of hell,
The moon gives its wry chuckle,
That I know so well,
It is almost over my dear,
There is no need for fright,
For the blackened sky gives us both darkness and light.