The Next Moonless Night

Its chain cut again,

   the demon is loose

 

Deep into the night,

  she hunts darker truths

 

The hallway’s back stairs

  her favorite retreat

 

Until daylight will threaten,

  and her bite becomes weak

 

Then she staggers back wounded

  inside shadows that call

 

Old blood trails now leading  

  to that dark lonely hall

 

Where a door is rechained

  and its lock fastened tight

 

 Until a hacksaw appears

   —with the next moonless night

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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