Darkness of the Night

Darkness of the Night

Thomas Swanson

What evils does my path conceal

This dark and stormy night?

What prowls here

unseen, unknown,

By rain and darkness cloaked?

A scream?

A Noise?

All masked by rain

Still falling evermore,

So sinister through haunted leaves

A crushing gauntlet round the soul

My mind does wonder

but shall not know

My eyes I cast around

And turn my face to a moonless sky

A smile, a laugh breaks out

Through my hair the torrent flows

'fore streaming down my face

From my nose the water drips

Steady, pure black glee.

The rain and darkness are my cloak

Haunted mystery my mask

The night is open, vulnerable,

From it my confidence grows

I leech the power of the night

By black I am emboldened,

As I prowl about

Unseen,

Unnoticed,

I prey,

I soar,

I thrive

In solitary harmony

I embrace my unseen friends

The rain,

The leaves,

The mystery,

The darkness of the night.