By Chance or Appointment - 32. November's Sorrows

Descent

Night descends

and all that was in light

is suddenly swallowed up in shadow,

smothered and submerged in starless uncertainty

where crazed, cruel creatures lie in wait

to feast upon the bones

of rainbows.

Darkness

It’s so hard

to resist the grey mist

that with subtle silent fingers creeps

and shrouds unwary spirits in cold cheerlessness

to numb, to choke, to douse with despair

the fragile flame that burns

in the heart.

Defiance

They believe

that old-time religion

and some newfangled technology

can overwrite the centuried song of ourselves

to pretend our music is silence,

and never existed;

but they’re wrong.