The Goddess of Night The Society October 1, 2012 Poetry 1 Comment By Dan Skorbach The tired eyes have earned their time for resting The mind won’t think and feet will move no more, And when the smallest pillow seems a blessing That’s when the night is almost at your door. And as she enters, with her comes the wonders Echoing hum of leafy giant trees. You are asleep while she with magic ponders Which path to take beyond the seven seas. She stands there still and with her spooky presence It’s hard to tell what’s stirring through her mind. Will she be sweet tonight or use the essence Of all that’s dark and all that’s undefined. A silent clap and you’ve been swiftly stolen So tight she has you in her ghostly grasp. So many men beneath her spell have fallen Only the Moon avoids her daily trap. She doesn’t come alone, with her the wicked, The cunning, neither human neither ghost, But they must come so that you and I can pick The beauty to whom the sunny day is host. Dan Skorbach is a businessman and poet living in Toronto, Canada. Click here for other poetry by Dan Skorbach Related Post ‘Saint Agnes’ by Bruce Wren This evening of your festive day I pray _Oh Agnes, little model of the pure, _Oh girl with smiling eyes, and faith so sure: They won for ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response Elena October 23, 2012 That’s a very beautiful poem, Dan. I really like the imaginery you used! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.