Logic replaced by blame
Always under the cover of innocence
Like a dark clothed gang at night
Takes over the sanity of people
They move quietly and in ranks
Many just following as the pathetic do
They plunder the minds of the sensible
Carry a banner of Satan
Streaked with blood; not their own
You can see the red in the starlight
I will remain sequestered at night
While they wage their war
They act immortal in the shadows
Until they are challenged by the light
Then eyes, sunken, show fright
I have put the wine away
The cognac bottle is covered with dust
I raise therefore a clean white flag
And listen to Grover blasting victory music
The nocturnal cowards will vanish
They know when it is time to quit
My only smoke is from incense
Reminds me of Whom I serve
A large crowd is with me
Much to the chagrin of the distressed
Pulling for a night time charge
They thought they had the machinery
All they have are groans
Their equipment breaks down
They leave it as the weak often do
The moon watches over satisfied
As morning clouds come into sight
Smiles at what was an anemic enterprise
Knows who rules the night and the tides
Will not release his grip on the skies
Stanski
March 13, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 