A Halloween Offering. Scary Night All! Daniel.
In your eyes.
As flies the bat
dark is as dark does;
with quiet shades
of evening come,
we are become of night.
The blind make their kill.
The watchful owl,
quiet is as quiet does
stalks the bat and the shrew
each one its meal become.
In sight of the Willow-Will.
Forest night, stars less bright
canopied in dapple, the cover breaks
revealing well covered columned floor,
alive with the theatres fright.
Tis a tragedy, but, will befall.
Who walks in the wisp of it all.
A word spoken hear, falls not on ears
that understand. It is condensing mist.
Say what you willow will, say it all.
The watcher watches, knows only
that you are prey not here, you are
In the silence of the un-dammed.
And, for all the forest, both
taloned priest and victim,
On you, the word is out
You are that audience for whom
Dinner stands postponed.
Only the blind make their kill
cheating the un-scripted
un-equal, laws of any
jungle that ever
tasted the rank breath
of night.
The Willow-Will, grins, good night.
wild is, as wilderness does.
What we say matters not.
The condemned will die
Willow-Will is dancing
with death romancing.
What we say matters not
if we stand though night
Dinner is for some postponed.
Daniel Janes.
2001
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