Silent Witness

Silent Witness

The soothing sound of creaking wood

beats gently in my ears

as the silent witness of the night

observes all of the tears

dancing shadows from the flame

of an everlasting flight

taunt the fool who saw the day

and bought into its light

outside the tempest rages

the trees are shrieking from their fright

for the haunt-less monsters stalk the hills

they are searching for the night

in a dark morbid sepulcher

lost above the clouds

rests the widowed ghost of time

lying covered in its shrouds

but in catacombs beneath the deep

there’s trapped an honest man

he must wander through the mazes

from the fire to the pan

debris flies all around him in chaotic disarray

as an acrid stench assaults him, it reeks of black decay

but he’s strolling through his orchard

on a sunny autumn day

as the golden leaves flutter past

each looking for its way

but as the vanguard of the soulless dead

advance in rapturous delight

they revel in the misery

and the falseness of the fight

and as the vigilant conspiracy

closes its talons on the prey

the strands that hold the net as one

give up and start to fray

the vanguard steps into the trap

the ambush they had laid

as a sentinel steps forward

a price is waiting to be paid

and now the witnesses that watched the night

are silent never more

and the sentinel that saved the day

is knocking at the door.