Sullen stillness of the darkness,  I watch through the window the shadows of tree limbs,  as they move in the breeze.

Then they stop,  stillness and silence.

Then I hear it,  rolling thunder in the distance,  the crashing of waves.

It reminds me of warmer days,  then I  hear his screech in the dark,  carried by the mist that fills the air.

I’m alone in this darkness.

Then I wonder if anyone cares.

Another mystery needs to be revealed,  we are told night is not to be feared.

The things I’ve seen and the tales to be told,  it needs to unfold.

The question is would anyone believe?  The ones who sleep in the night.

No they wouldn’t believe,  they would say hog wash, and go about their busy life.

If only they knew what was going on,  while they slept all cozy in their beds.

They would learn to fear it,  the darkness,  and be filled with dread.

So my advice is,  stay in your cozy bed’s,  my friends,  while I’m awake and all alone.

Unfolding one more mystery that needs to be told.

All alone in the sullen stillness of the darkness of the night.

I am the protector of what you call light…

C. Burgess (c)