In the Haunting Gloom of Twilight (the Devil at Dusk)
In my poetry I shall tell of the trials, woes, and joys
To time yet unborn…;
Of sleep and death that lie ahead…and of strange music
As He beckons the world to his command,
In the haunting gloom of twilight.
Somewhere I lost my passing grace, and there you stood
Thou deadliest face…;
For a time: to tell the hearts unrest: in mercies unconfused
As He beckons the world to his command,
In the haunting gloom of twilight.
To whom the unceasing fires belong (an inviolable heart)
Numbered is thy consequence…;
A hymn, He hums: trembles the eveningof frozen flesh
As he beckons the world to his command,
In the haunting gloom of twilight.
Silent I turn from time, that holds dominion over all
As Orion’s sword passes by…;
Gives way to the Devils hostile Firmament: warfare
As He beckons the world to his command,
In the haunting gloom of twilight.
Unarmed, He and I stand (like mindless clay) in the sun
Awaiting the darkness…;
A sacrificial past for him, over Orion’s distinct sword
As He beckons the world to his command,
In the haunting gloom of twilight.
Note: 908 (11-1-2005); “…written in Lima, Peru, in my library, in the quiet darkness of the night…” The Author
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