Nighty Night

Free verse poem by: Christopher Grier

Tis the hour of silence is it not?

Solitude of thy temple…

Whose remotely belligerent of humanity?

Whose remotely belligerent towards self eternity?

Ancient fowls of thy mouth decays along the fowl river.

Thee end of silence is near, not?

Nighty Night of man's eye?

Thy fall of Knight's cry?

Nighty Night.

Nighty Night.

Nighty Night…

T'was this hour.

T'was this day.

Time of night…

Stood still…