Dark Refrains

The night is closing in
Tightening its grip
To ensnare me
In its tenebrous mesh.

Its presence is intense and efficacious
As it tricks my senses
With unreal movements
And phantom convulsions.

I am a slave to its demons,
A lifeless puppet
Who they project motion into
By some unknown force.

In the dark hours I exists
And feel so real and aware of so much,
How I wish that daylight would die
So I would become immortal.
       © 28/5/2001