Black Angels

Did you hear horror speak? The black angels Glistening white In the moonlight But it was pitch dark. The eyes of the Poet Seer Twinkling slow Slow Slower In the cinema of the brain The waters rose And fell There Were Dreams These Were The Dreams Horror Was At Home Playing Its Game Against Odds Sundry…. Graves rose Tombs froze Sere leaves Fell How melancholic Life be In its shabbiness. Look! Life wanted Brilliance and Glistening But Found Shabbiness In the cinema of the brain The waters rose And fell There Were Dreams These Were The Dreams