The Fires of Burning Midnight. 
 
 
                            Each second; a tiny flame.
                            It flickers red and fluent
                            This goes on till morning.
 
                            The burnt out ruin of the day
                            Drags it's ugly sentiment
                            Beast - like, post - meal, turning.
 
                            Scavengers of consciousness
                            Roam the dark cloud with intent
                            And come without warning.
 
                            How the wind let's us all down
                            Thought to be Euphrosyne - sent
                            Never worth enduring.
 
                            Time is a guilty soldier.
                            The clock is dull ignorance.
                            Night is hard of hearing.
 
                            People rest upon pillows
                            Parading loss of movement.
                            Inane silent cheering.
 
                            The sky is almost full now
                            Bringing forceful adamant
                            Of distant light nearing.
 
                            Leaves wake and dampen the flames
                            Of previous arguments
                            Obviously staring.
 
                            They look utterly hopeless
                            Witnessing the nights events.
                            The air is now clearing.
 
                            Pieces of splinter tumble
                            Down weak streets like ordnance.
                            Birds of prey now fearing
 
                            The guilty soldier gave up.
                            The beast consumed what he meant.
                            Vultures are now sharing.
 
                            There are no signs of fire.
                            Memory is evidence
                            That is all but caring.
 
                            I could not anticipate the moon's revenge