O Night
Published on December 14, 2018
O Night
A Sonnet
Night Invaded
O Night, harbouring womb of unworded woe
By Desolate void and numbed mind in tow.
What grim nether urge hidest thou,
Just brooding darkness or an implacable foe?
Each grim tryst that taunts doom
Thy empire secured by hundred gates;
Outward sight sealed by blind fates
Hope overwhelmed returns without room.
O malignant Mood, root of despair
Vengeful in thy lair inconscient.
Guarding thy sleep insentient
A coiled malevolence without stir.
Abide firmly then O Night in me all pervading
He shall transmute thee thy domain invading.