Black Morning (first written circa March 2004)

Black Morning

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Sleepless night, empty dreaming

Twisting, turning, restless slumber

Ended by a waking call

A noise that snaps me out of dreams

And into reality

The sun is hidden from my eyes

The clouds above dominate the sky

The rain falls heavy to the earth

Feeding the land, waking the land

The cold morning breeze slaps my face

The drops of water soak my head

The morning air is clean but cold

As pure malevolence strikes my soul

As black as night comes this black morning

Fire rises with the sun’s first dawning

The people fail to heed this warning

Terror will strike you on this black morning

The day is young, but soon I know

The world will change, forever scarred

A fire will rise and cleanse the land

And none will escape its scalding hand

The garden’s beauty will be spoiled

The flames of death will eat the trees

Cry havoc! Let slip the dogs of war!

And kill our world to save us all!

As black as night comes this black morning

Fire rises with the sun’s first dawning

The people fail to heed this warning

The flame will rise on this black morning

Fire! Fire! Smoking and crackling and hungry for blood

Fire! Fire! Scorching the garden and claiming the wood

Fire! Fire! Burning the land and devouring our homes

Fire! Fire! Taking our lives and destroying our souls

Time to rise, time to shine

Time to feel the flame on your hide

No time left to save your soul

No moment left to say goodbye

The fire burns and licks your face

Snares you in her warm embrace

You belong to her, you feed the bitch

And the whore moves on, a deadly witch!

As black as night comes this black morning

Fear rises with the sun’s dawning

The people fail to heed this warning

The flame is spreading on this black morning

Rain! Comes to save us all

Rain! Comes to drench the flame

Rain! Showers on our heads

Rain! Hurts the deadly fire

Rain! Makes the she-wolf hiss

Rain! Fights the demon’s kiss

Rain! Force the fire back

Rain! Out on the attack!

The flame is gone, but not alone

The land is scarred, forever marked

The burning trees come tumbling down

Like flaming bodies all around

The last survivors come crawling out

Their loved ones gone, their ashes dust

The glowing embers left as warning

A devil’s way to say “Good morning!”

As black as night came this black morning

Fire rose with the sun’s first dawning

The people failed to heed the warning

The flame devoured on this black morning

Smouldering land, by the devil’s hand

A world aflame on this black morning!

1 a.m.

Star light, star bright, shine so brightly in the night

Wish I may, wish I might have this wish I wish tonight

I wish for peace, for quiet lives, for simple pleasures long forgot

Before this world can take no more, I wish to live before I rot.

I look at the sky, I see the stars,

Little pinpricks in the blanket of night

A church bell tolls in a distant town

Chimes telling me its 1 a.m.

The cool breeze blows through my hair

As I sit and gaze at the stars above

Dogs bark away on distant farms

My own dogs sit, or wander by.

I gaze forlornly at the stars

And wonder if they watch over us

Like a million angels, shining bright

Singing their songs in celestial choir

I look at them, I look at me

I look at us, this human race

I wonder what our futures hold

And why we hate ourselves so much

I love this world, its beasts and trees

And loathe the race that tortures it

Like I’m so innocent of such a charge

But then perfect? Never said I was

I wonder if my mind is sick

Would someone help me make it well?

What friends I have I cannot tell

But then to tell the truth, I never could.

If there’s a God, does He weep for me,

A lost sheep, strayed from the herd?

Does He know how to cleanse my soul

Of all the pain inside of me?

Did I bring this all upon myself?

Not all, but surely some of it

So before I go and blame the rest

I need to answer to myself

The dogs come over, sit by me

I pat their heads and stroke their backs

They lick my nose, one wanders off

The other remains, sat by my side

I wonder if she feels my pain

They say dogs sense these sorts of things

So does she sit beside me now

To comfort me, make me feel loved?

The wood, so black, I wander through

The treetops hide the starlit sky

I can barely see before my eyes

But strangely, I feel quite at peace

Maybe the night is my truest friend

Out here in the sticks, far from town

I feel no hate, no violent wrath

My spirit is calm, my mind relaxed

I think about my years gone by

About my friends, both now and past

I wonder if some part of them

Left me in such a tattered mess

What part of my life shaped who I am?

What traumas scarred my infant mind?

What makes me tick? What set the tone

For how I act? I wish I knew

But for now, I’ll just sit here alone

Out here at night, gazing at the stars

And as the night creatures stir and call

A distant bell tolls 1 a.m.