Night Howling & Other Tales

dark seething chaos

boils invisibly

through the realms

of preternatural night

and only the thin

crystalline pane

set in loosened caulk

within an antiquated sash

and barely a slice of security

separates the black howling night

outside

from the flickering candle light

inside

my room

my home

far distant deep moaning

rolls across the hills

wheeling into hushed valleys

resurrecting again and

rising as it shrieks

through the bewildered trees

growling up and up and

over the next mount

then roars through

the chiaroscuro sky

above a thin shingled roof

my roof

my shield

Whiffs of ancient graves

and moldy bones infused

with bottomless sea reeks

of odors of kelp in decay

merging with leaves in rot

with wood tainted by worm

and slime

an amalgam of stenches

which sizzle through the cracks

in the walls

my walls

my hedge

throbbing obdurate

and antagonistic menace

trembles the bedrock of beliefs

shudders the boulders of ideologies

crushes the stones of conceptions

grinds the gravel foundations of honor

into sand and dust

my faith

my hope

when will the sun arise

That is another tale!

Copyright © 2011 C. M. Baker III