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 ^
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Steve Haarman 