gothic night

Gothic Night

Trees swing and moan to the rising wind
And even corpse’s pay for their inborn sin
A low fringe of melancholy rocks
Where the moor and the river discreetly lock
The chiming clock strikes another night hour
But sleep from my mind incessantly cowers
One mustn’t strain to hear the ivy rustling on the wall
And the solemn oak grows wide but never tall
The threatening scarecrow stands high on the hill
Invoking the ghosts of this plain to anger still
Here to grunts of the netherworld your ears will thrill
Let the ink of spirits fill your weary quill
The sorrow inducing notes played by the wind
Makes the moon light grow a shade more dim
Black rain proudly patters on my window pane
But I hear no sound to keep me sane
An eerie stain glass window tells of tales
Of forgotten heroes and boats that would sail
Too far for anyone to knowledgeably say
Whether or not the same boatmen came back this way
The ripples of the river tell the years of the dead within its bed
And the lapping waves weep for blue gone red
Here I stand on the cliff of my life
Deciding to jump into the abyss called night
Illusive death, illusive pain
Does the waning sun feel its oppressive strain?
Not a sound from the wind of the west
Does the regal eagle forget its young in its nest?
The gate to your mind is through the eyes
But is bolted by pain and misanthropic lies
Perhaps my own choices had these chains created
And my own fear been my sedative
Of freedom does my third eye daily dream
And just the notion of abandon bursts my heart at its seams
Here I reach out for the key to know
Where the hell our hope did go
But now I ceremoniously return the seal
Content to let sorrow and time my wounds heal
So now, sleep this ghastly night away
Bury your dead in graves of yesterday
Fear not the bats or the poison moth
Live out this night, this night of the Goths