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 aheadand 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 Orions sword passes by;
Gives way to the Devils h ostile 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 Orions 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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Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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