Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks September 2014: The First | Page 11

Hominis Nocturnum
Jared Nadin
When the Moon shines brightly through my window,
Most nights I fain would sleep.
Though soon, I’ll weep for Winter’s nights are
deeper than the sheep filled Spring.
My early morning bedtime,
Plagued by singing birds and yellow light.
I am not meant to bathe in white,
But rather sit and fight, with the Night,
My brother in this stately plight.
The rooster calls as dawn falls,
Though he sounds small and distant,
These creatures though, they do not know,
I’d crush them in an instant.
Bring back the Dark!

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