Night From Midnight
The Gates of Ivory and Horn
Are long-since hammered shut
The days when anyone could pass
Are scarce remembered; but
At dead of night, when all is still
And mist beshrouds the moon
Men hear the weeping whippoorwill
The laughter of the loon
And keening of the sundry hordes
Of souls now lost to time
Yet doomed, on an eternal wheel
All serried and begrimed,
To make amends for all their sins
Until the briny sands
Are swept away by mermaids' fins
Into old Neptune's hands
give me your hand
And you'll understand
Contributors: | Kevin Andrew Murphy, loaf, Chevalier, F, Apsley, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 23rd August 2006 by F. |