Dread of Night

Howling winds under amber moon,

Barren oaks crackle dry and brittle,

Skipping leaves rustle, dead and fallen,

As dogs aghast, bay at the dreadful night,

How eerie trembling in fright unfolds.

Shadows long and deep bury the living,

Cast down upon the earth in a tumultuous dance,

Sights and sounds of Hell inspired.

Whilst blackened figures roam unhindered,

Tricking eyes and mind to terror.

Spying what in logic can not be real,

Hence, even this is of no solace,

As synapse take their nightmarish toll,

Painting masterpiece of horror contrived.

With shutters locked taut, to hold back the fear,

Blankets drawn tight up over head,

Eyes pursed hard to block out the light,

We lay in silence to hide from the dead.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Frailty of Man

By D. R. DiFrancesco

Another day,

Awoken by the news,

Another tragedy,

More death and destruction.

Insensitivity on one side,

Intolerance on the other,

Differing views,

All of the same event.

Flags burned,

Flags torn to shreds,

Blamed on a celluloid debacle,

This is just a ruse.

Eleven September mere coincidence,

I think not,

Another excuse for bad behavior,

Another claim of insult to God.

We are different,

Although we are the same,

We are born, we love,

We live, we die.

We hurt, we bleed,

We suffer, we cry,

We strive for answers in this chaotic world,

Only to realize the more we know the less we know.

There is evil among us,

Tainting the good with the same broad brush,

Distilling us down to one common meld,

Can we not see past the hate!

Self-perpetuating and self-destructive,

A merry-go-round since time began,

Punch my ticket,

I want to get off.