The Night

artwork by phil burns

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:

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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random. So, nobody’s perfect.
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7 Responses to The Night

  1. Excellent!
    Funny, I never pictured you as an alternative metal punk rocker! ✌🏼 🤯

    • ceayr's avatar ceayr says:

      I just love what they did to my words. Working with musicians and artists opens the mind wonderfully.
      And you’re right, of course, I was a hippie kid!

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  3. Corine Gouy's avatar Corine Gouy says:

    Je n’ai jamais lu un poème aussi noir , j’ai senti l’odeur putride des enfants morts .
    Pour la semaine prochaine, je voudrais un superbe poème d’amour !
    Merci Monsieur !

    • ceayr's avatar ceayr says:

      Rire.
      J’adore avoir une réaction comme ça à ma poésie (ou à ma fiction).
      La semaine prochaine je ferai une douce chanson, comme Françoise Hardy:
      Tous les garçons et les filles…

  4. jenne49's avatar jenne49 says:

    What a great but sore poem.
    I think every living, feeling person will glimpse themselves here.
    But a pox on all religions that have left behind the punishing idea of ‘a just reward’.
    Yes indeed, the reading and the song are so different.
    Fall from Grace really make it their own.
    I love it.

    • ceayr's avatar ceayr says:

      Thanks, Jenne, I guess it is pretty dark, but don’t religions just reflect the messages from our parents and teachers?
      Absolutely amazing what FfG did with the words, so totally at odds with my view.
      I love when that happens.

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