Night Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

The moon dangles on its thread
Across the deep freezer of nice sinister.
Terror rouses like a warrior in black cape;
Pestilence scorns at the retired light
At that hour all is dark, void and formless,
Daughters of the dark take the wheel of brooms
Bearing tares from blessed from cursed altars.
But in that shrieking silence made by spirits
Faithful watchmen takes the night by its tether
And ride the morning as a tamed beast.


18-07-2017