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

 

Pending daylight’s return,

  when her bite becomes weak

 

Then she staggers back wounded

  to shadows that call

 

Old blood trails lead silent  

  down 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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