Strange Nights

Satanic Serenades

Thunder rumbles in the West

Moon aglow amidst the growing gloom

Ghostly visions haunt the mind

Impressions of a dreamlike time

A cycle turned, to ashes burned

In solitude, await return

Gazing out upon the earth

With an oracle sublime

Contemplating on what was

And what is yet to be

By the strains of infernal sounds

Creating a reality

Strange Nights by candlelight

A willow whispers in the wind

The chilling vernal breath resounding

Through blighted canyon shadow's grin

In constant enigmatic thrall

Ever rise, ne'r fall

Author's Notes/Comments: 

9 February, XLIV.

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