Creep

Creep The hours Hour after hour The days Day after day The nights follow Suit The haunting bats Cry eerie Breaking the putrid Silence Sending trembling That shakes The walls and windows Of the sleeping houses Of the sleeping city. The town drowses. Wealth power the rest Become irrelevant And not just Relative. The whirring of the clock hands Begins and continues Furiously. Till As with every reign The brunt and heaviness Begin to weigh in Favor of another reign In to the solitudes of The darkness. On the lake sad Charon plies an empty boat of no passengers not even a shroud or ghost. For these Be inland lamenting Processions of Flambeaux and Singing. The night drowses Thinks sub-conscious Reasons sub-conscious Breathes sub-conscious And around The whispering of Small night conspirators In favor of a coming Beauty And coming Dawn. They whisper, Whisper continually.