Tag: night

Night Frights

Night Frights 

hear soft whispers from below the bed 
little cackles and hacks, heaves, breathing 
dare to look, down low, where devils go 

searing orange orbs poke out from below 
under bed skirts a horn with nostrils protrudes 
to fear the fangs that hang under that fellow 

rising a cry, and fly, to the door 
to let in the light, raise the alarm, 
there be monsters laying on the floor 

clamor back to start, 
nothing resides but 
bed laid disheveled 

but the eyes seen 
from a being fled 
nothing can be said 

thumping beyond 
walls dark in night 
jeez this is a fright. 

4/1/22 - Andy McRae

Darkened Days Under White Mists

Darkened Days Under White Mists

Underhill, a dark nest broken only
by shyful darkness peering inside
brave against gales beyond doors
pale at tales from lands far removed
from this Dale your crown wears.

pales have fallen across the ways
lands corrupted by darkened days
coming forward from warm nests
unto white mists in a shroud mess
lantern hung before as gone by
watching as all about decays

no dragons to slay
no men to conquer
all castles lay in ruins
just bricks strewn aside
in piles, by pikes, by iron

moving on until unable to see
spirits thicken around in a sea
fog of dead clung on until lost
fallen off the road into a hovel
to discover a grotesque foster
the squabb shrieked lightning
in a roar, bolting for the door

legs sore, from a mighty soar,
mists clinging to the whole
being in debt to time
to retreat to the comfort
of the hole, underhill
home

shadows rising from the mists
figures of stature changing
distortion mind bleeding
eyes cry from sight
they let out a wail horrendous
balling on the ground
begging for them to away

3/19/22 – Andy McRae

Signals

Signals 

Beyond the window lays a peppered darkness 
now past the sun’s day, a land's corruption by 
a lack of color, flowers with the spots of light 
greens and reds, yellows, give speckles of life 
to a night time devoid, and neon writes away 
the fear of loneliness in the dim world void 
of any people, directs one to the warmth, 
a gathering of humanity, a bastion in the dark 
man’s fight against the darkness, against night 
by bringing back some of the lost light. 

2/28/22 - Andy McRae

Befallen Greys

Befallen Greys 

the world before, cast befallen greys 
wandering alone, streets bare of being 
i am here believing, the world is no more. 

head felt that pillow, the world seem torn 
eyes closing, to this paralleled haunt 
now to see clearer, a dream cheerful 
spring bloom, waters flow neat 
in my head the land is healed 
not the disorder disaster i thought. 

eye awaken to the no more 
a wasteland, stretched before 
my head hurt by the sight 
my lungs stung by the gasp 
the air i intake will not last. 

squeezing my eyes shut, 
keep the worn thoughts out 
the world grows cold 
and i pretend i am fine 
all in my mind. 

12/15/21 – Andy McRae

Lost in a Day

Lost in a Day

morning to morning
night to night
the blending of days has become
to me a frightful hallucination 

when there is no way to begin
nor end in sight
life becomes grim
the world around me grows drear 

a cage of insanity bars around
my mind, how can I find
a way from this cell, from this hell
hell indeed, bound I concede 

given up, given in,
from this world of circles 
I cannot win 

lost in a day
which, I cannot say

10/29/21 – Andy McRae

Sol

Sol

Can the Sun’s rays,
bring down the days
counted from the last
until the very brave

come forth to claim
that the days were never slain
by the very gleam
carried before the rain

lost in weeks of reflection
those days of inner connection
brought on by the Sun
or turmoiled by the winds

moved by the thought
that these reflections brought
raised to boom away the winds
in hopes they sweep away my sins

the moon grows cold
late autumn world
my sun is gone away
but my stars are here to stay.

11/13/21 – Andy McRae

Atrocity

Atrocity

Looking for patterns in the ceiling
Find some, finding none.

None is some, and some is a lot,
A face staring back at me
All night I see you
The clown haunting my dreams.

Shrieks and shrills
Screaming wills
I find the wall talking back
Am I sane or am I broken
Is this all but a dream.

The wall whispers atrocities
Terrible things.

8/8/21 – Andy McRae

Night Skies

Walking home on a brisk winter night
I look to the sky and see Orion hung bright.
 
I marvel at all the stars in the sky
And planets that twinkle in the eye.
 
Waiting under the lamppost aglow
Watching my breath linger so slow.
 
The snow is thick on the ground
But I am only looking up tonight
Searching for what can be found.
 
--Andy McRae--       --5/4/20--