I know that night is coming,
‘Cause day just said goodbye,
Should I prepare something special?
Or dress in coat and tie?
He prances and dances up the lane,
Black coat behind him flowing,
With dark eyes like the ocean floor,
A breeze around him blowing.
He barks like a carnival busker,
Putting moon on ball and chain,
A crowd of revelers follows him,
Like sheep to shepherd fain.
He bellows atop a smokey ruin,
Curvetting to show his grace,
Claims the dark conceals their sin,
So enjoy his hour and place.
Ronald Whetsell's Creative Writing and Poetry Blog 