CALL OF THE NIGHT

CALL OF THE NIGHT

He is in a world that never sees light.
Nor anger he has far to go.
For what he sees is hate within the walls of his spirit.
His soul has yet to cherish .
The joys and the beauty of life that has yet to come.

His nights are like the roars of the wind.
His darkness are the cries in the shadows of the evil.
His tears are blood of vengence
For he knows not the end of the lasting pain.

He looks at the stars and the moon for a ray of hope .
They know not what has become of him
He worked with the lust of evil desire
His thoughts are more than straight

In time
He looks beyond his Universe
In search of the heavenly faith
And knows that life has so much to offer
And he still has a place in it

Melvin Alexcie Pattern