THE DARK AND LONELY NIGHT

In the dark and lonely night
Love is lost, as lovers fight,
Nothing dares to make a sound
Terror crawls across the ground;
Horrors from a long-forgotten time
Anxiety, pain, and bloodshed climb.
Dreadful things are done and said
By the loping, slinking, evil dead,
Love and warmth are both lost
To death and horror: holocaust;
The dead and lonely keep marching on
To the doleful sounds of the death march song.

THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia