You're a silver- tongued creature!

I heard
the war of echoes
in the stillness
of the night-

each of those evenings
i wept
together with the blanket
of longing,

i felt
the coldness
as
it absorbed me
like
any prejudiced waves

Rage, rage
in the dying of the night
you're a silver-
tongued creature
full
of might

I heard
the war of echoes
in the stillness
of the night-

harrowing
into that gentle
good night.