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Luna Moth (An Elegy)...

Updated on May 29, 2012




I


Who is it that calls--


Calls softly in the night?


Is it the rogue


Or vagabond wind;


That amid this early hour plies,


Its’ trembled whispers


To my uneasy sighs;


Lightly perched


Upon blood-bitten lips,


As now,


A softened, wavering,


Voice;


Bears up the silence


Of the still,


Reaching out!


Out!


Through the valley of


The night—


Into my soul—


My soul!


Reborn.





II



Who is it that comes—


Comes silently in the night?


Haunting me


Between tortured dreams,


Of a time


Long since passed;


Whose visage


I must ever see,


In clear, blood-stained,


Agony,


Wherein a memory, you shall


Always be,


Against the panes of destiny,


Tap! Tap! Tap!


Beats your cadence of blame,


Rolling back to me--


Back to me,


From your lonely grave,


O’er many years


Upon frost-tinged wings,


Aglow in sultry, silkiest lime--


Caressing the night


One beat at a time--


Faintly breathed


Against an empty sky,


Where sightless eyes


Grow wide with


The night,


Or is it fright


That I see,


Looking back through


The glass


At me,


Palely streaked


Against my glass,


Upon this good nights’


Eve’ning pass.





III



What is it that draws nigh—


Nigh in the night?


Cruelly hiding amid


The sunken shadows--


A visage glimpsed


Just out of sight;


I say then!


Who goes there--


Upon this good night?


Is it you?


Who in silent whispers


Descends,


Gently fluttering amid


Your ashen glen,


As this cruel night’s


Solemn revenge--


Tell me then!


So I might know,


Is it you


Who schemes my


Darkest dreams?


And dances amid


This dying light?


Tell me then,


For I must know—


Know your name,


As I know my own,


Say it then!


So I might know—


Your name!


Your name!


I must surely know!






IV



Who is it then


That goes softly—


Softly in the night?


Though I must confess


I think I know,


Have heard you,


Seen you,


Against my glass—


Nights before;


Amid a sickening glow,


Flutt’ring in the waning


Light,


Shimmering in a veil


Of darkest night—


Green and white,


Translucent light,


My ghost!


My love!


My memory! of that night;


Haunting my window,


My dreams!


My soul!


God, please God!


Don’t alight!


Let me go!


And return to the night;


For I mustn’t remember,


Won’t remember!


So white!


Your face,


Your cries!


I must ever hear,


Amid the echoes,


Of my troubled ears—


Calling down the corridors


Of my soul,


Wherein I must ever know,


The chilling cold,


Of a murderous heart--


Where my deeds now dwell alone!


Hidden from the sun--


So long ago,


Beneath the weeds


And cold, cruel, stones,


Of this window


Where I sit alone.






V



Alas, again,


I surely know,


Who comes to me


Upon this cruel night;


Face aglow with pale moonlight;


Tapping my glass


With softest hands--


Gently wrapping the past


In silv’ry strands,


Of Luna…


And her children,


Her children


Who know…





VI



…What I know…


My tortured soul,


From where you rest


‘Neath my candle’s glow,


Amid your bed


In flowered repose,


You know who I am--


Just you alone!


And know what


I know—


What I know…


What I know…


What lies beneath the beaten stones,


Of the ancient hedge


Just below,


The somber glow


Of this old window…



FINIS




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      Romeos Quill 4 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      I don't normally read the dark side but this one was well penned.The imagery seemed to lend weight to the verse,and evoked imagery from the film,'The Mothman Prophecies',which was released a while back now,starring Richard Gere.

      Have a good weekend,

      Romeo's Quill