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They're about

this night

this darkening twighlight

in ghoulish coterie



apparitions

wicked, wild and wayward

at the gloaming



who and what walks with them this eventide

who and what makes fools of the shadows

egging spirits pride



Shhhh

The last of light dips low

darkness no longer creeps up quiet

but holds us tightly to her breast

and bids us stay indoors



for nightfall brings the danse macabre

parade of fallen souls

the past years dead to wander home

and steal itself a brother

a sister daughter, son or mother

guilty move of passing heartache



Masquerading in their midst are we

the fools parade

the trickery

lit up as demons and phantoms



We lead them not into temptation

but to the city walls

and send the dead

on their way



to wander bog and hillside

dark forest - dampened cave

To leave them to eternity

to lead them back to grave

D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). New Poems. 1916.



Thief in the Night



Last night a thief came to me

And struck at me with something dark.

I cried, but no one could hear me,

I lay dumb and stark.



When I awoke this morning

I could find no trace;

Perhaps 'twas a dream of warning,

For I've lost my peace.