Click here to hear the poet read his words:
the night
each evening the sun goes down
shadows move and pain hits deep
that’s when I face my inmost fears
and evade the clutch of sleep
I lie awake avoiding dreams
I pray dawn will be here soon
I know the nightmares linger still
on the dark side of the moon
the darkness drifts into my heart
I anticipate the fright
from crannies slither nameless beasts
who live and breathe the night
I huddle with wide open eyes
seeking the purity that saves
but grass and earth are thrust aside
as children leave their graves
all this I see but now I sense
black spectres’ putrid breath
the misery that feeds my life
keeps me from blessed death
I pay the price for long past sins
when I marched with Satan’s horde
because there’s a price for every soul
so I reap my just reward
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And here is the very different, very exciting, version by local group Fall from Grace: