Halloween Poem #11:
Nightbirds Sing In Prophecy by Michael Romani Hiding in the dark of shadow Is that thing which you must know Hold those tears that you might cry Never knowing the passage of goodbye You think you know the ways Counted in smaller demonic plays I wrote the bloody book of sin Claws must come out to begin There it is as God forsakes With all the passion that it takes In a life lived under curse When even a good day is another's worse The air breathed is one of pestilence Vanquished by the dragon's presence The pipe smoked leads its dance Of second sight and happenstance Nightbirds sing in prophecy While creatures of darkness bring legacy The darkest days of all history Are revealed no longer a mystery Gather bits and bones in the quiet Invoking protections that we'd try it But getting nowhere all too fast In the knowledge that our days will not last (c) October 11, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 