Creature of Night


That winter night we stood under the cemetery trees

The moon was fogged, as though it was chidden of God;

And fading foot prints pressed the precious life out of the starving sod.



Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove

The silences that passed were like those of years ago,

Before we knew we’d have a love to loathe,

In which we lost in times curtailing flow.



The fire in my eyes was the deadliest thing,

Alive enough to burn through your lies

And a grin of bitter sweetness swept thereby,

Like a creature of night with broken wings.



Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,

And the ringing of your wrongs will forever hunt my memories,

With the sight of your face, and a moon, and a old cemetery,

The fading footprints, and my last memories.

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