This Power, This Ferality, Is Night -------------------------------------------
(This)
The darkness of this world has gathered together
Coagulating like the blackest of blood
Abandoned by stars, leaving only the ether
Of the everlasting blackness of wild Hecate's brood
(Power)
The pale, eerie body of quicksilver light
Glowing like the coldest of silver disks
Is the only candle to guide my gaze this night
This night of birds and basilisks
(This)
Beauty unsurpassed by that begat by man
In this smoldering cauldron of darkness and moon
Power not known since thoughts first began
Surreality not known before nor to be known soon
(Ferality)
Why wouldn't the ancients name the light of the mother?
Danu, Artemis, Selene, she has been called
Surpassed only in sheer brilliance by her brother
Yet beneath her it seems that all time has been stalled
(This)
This sable sister, this utter dark cloak
Which it suits mankind to call "night"
Long has been seen by humanfolk
As a terror, a plague, a horror, a blight
"Holy men" have likened its darkness to evil
A harbinger and hider of vile creatures and
doom
An ancient metaphor for the doers of ill
How dare they who walk in "the light" assume?
(Is)
In this feral, powerful world beneath the night's wings
Dark euphoria and exhilaration reign
The heartbeat of the earth below my feet sings
Tearing away heartbreak and pain
(Night)
The darkness of this world has gathered together
Coagulating like the blackest of blood
Abandoned by stars, leaving only the ether
Of the everlasting blackness of wild Hecate's brood
I love Nature poem but this is not what I suspected when I clicked on it to read. It's much better. I love the format you used to write it especially. I would call it exactly what you have written though This Power, This Ferality, This is Night. Lovely write hun. Keep em coming.
Submission Name: This Power, This Ferality, Is Night
