Hush heralds the dusk
Moonlight’s silver seep
A host of shadows play
Our souls in constant keep
Dying men request
Favors of the saints
Youth’s unspoken wisdom
Drips from bathroom wall paints
Mother coddles child
Yet orphaned we creep
Grasping wishes and wants
In fragile hues of sleep
Cinderella flees
Midnight rises to crest
Mislay tranquility
While the lamplighter
punches
holes
in
the darkness
Inspired by The Moon and The Hermit