Hark, ye mortals! Don’t you hear
The sounds of evil brooding?
Know not, ye do; for I have fear
‘F what’s in the darkness looming
Ye needn’t know of what I’ve seen;
The places that I’ve been to
But, hush now, children; close your eyes--
Don’t look, or else it takes you
See that man! Who’s that man,
Lurking b’ind the trees?
Look not long, for he will know--
He’s blind, and yet, he sees
Gather ‘round me now, and pray
For protection, grace, and might
Pray, ye children, pray ye all
That ye make it through the night
What’s that, you say? You’re scared of him?
Hush, hush, you cannot speak
He feeds on fear; he knows it’s here
He wants you to be weak
‘Tis too late now for turning back
Our time to flee is gone
Best ye pray for mercy now
Before the day is done
Hark, ye mortals! Don’t you hear
The sounds of evil brooding?
Know not, ye do; for I have fear
‘F what’s in the darkness looming
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A Golden Afternoon: The Collected Poetry of the Late Matthew Packard
PoesíaThis is simply a collection of previously unpublished (and unseen) poems written by my late Uncle Matthew. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed finding them.
