The Night Lords
The moon lords over the Earth,
Sends forth its Dukes and Sheriffs,
Awaits their reports as it paces
With measured patience from horizon
The Shadow Dukes creep above and
Below and watch and remember.
They grow tall and bold then shrink
And fade and crawl back to their lord
The Silent Sheriffs listen around corners
And from behind closed doors. They
Whisper and whine in the distance
Train whistles and owl screams
To our ears.
The night passes and the moon
Receives the secrets of the dim hours,
The residue of our dreams and desires
From its lesser lords, then quietly gives way
When I was a kid, I was convinced there were things going on at night too mysterious and great for any of us to truly comprehend. Later on, I worked a few years of night shifts at a couple different jobs and I don’t think that seeing the world at 3 AM taught me any differently.
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