Voices from the Deep

Boisterous thunders through the misty panes,

gleaming erratically in night-washed rooms,

unheard-of shades loom on the gusty lanes

like spectral visions prancing in the fumes.

My mind gives way to rampant fantasies;

remote and forlorn voices in the dark,

my heart leaps in swift rhytmic cadencies:

fell elegies and hidden cries I hark.

A sweet voice rises in the breathless air,

a mournful song upon a lyre is thrummed.

The lament of a lover who's not there:

a hushed refrain of sobs and calls is hummed.

Now look! Upon mirrors, windows and thought;

bloodless features behold in sombre halt:

in anxious hesitation my soul is caught

for nescient terror crowns this falling vault.

A strident utterance tremors anigh,

a wraith's will ignites a dusty record

few words entreat a barren sigh:

"I sleep forever in the endless sward".

And thus the nightfall portals wane away,

the link is lost, farewell, the spectres fade;

the bright moon pervades through the mystic sway:

night resonates the sorrow of a maid.