Poetry Collection Vol.1: Ex Nihilo

Nocturne

Ever embellishing pearl of the nocturnal sky,

Abreast the stars, above clouds as it dangles.

Adorned lunar halo; gracing moon sheds pale, faint glow,

In league with the winter winds that bellow.

Ever playful, they whistle, howl and echoe.

Gifter of all of thistle, oleander and rose,

The valley I travel in with its humble unbecomings.

Gutter stream through pavement, flows.

On air, foul scents linger on nose.

Passing faces of all shades, bleakness in this shroud.

Only commonplace is their hatred endowed.

Rended apart in their bittered hearts so proud.

Skin of all hues abound, but sameness of tone for their blackened soul's account.

Thoughtless, their distortion is never more tautly wound.

Hails flagrant, aloud amidst the crowds.

A vagrant passerby, may he be granted safe passage in the night.

His drowned out plight, I too turned and cowered from the sight.

You see, probably no better or worse am I;

however,

To myself, I rarely afforded the power to lie.

The poor cast off, a cur shuffled about at his side.

Widowed in this cruel life, the dower is to die.