The Nightcryer

This sad love poem for the nameless souls bereft of love that have made crying a habit.
They are the most neglected of night's creatures, aren't they?
They are also the cries of the night and the howling of the wind.
They are, indeed, the silence of the trees.

 It is night

Her shroud veiling the land.

The wind her companion

Shaking anyone that stands.

The occasional Owl's hoot

Makes you little more than wary.

While your ears search for

A voice of your forlorn quarry.

There exist in this world

Too many possibilities unforeseen

So to hunt a crying urchin

One's ears should be keen

Beneath the barking of dogs

He sheds rivers of tears

The sobs curdling blood like ice

Deadlier than the worst of fears.

The dogs tire; the mundane beasts

Barking at ghosts unseen

And while I walk vexed

My ears hear wild whines

And as I approach

My minuscule steps evincing fear

The face looks up red-eyed

And I step back from the mirror.

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