A Sullen Silent Night

No mans mind is safe
nor can women’s hearts escape
the sullen silence of a lonely night.

A shrivelled shell of yesteryear
a drunken ghost, an empty beer;
her haunting face that reappears
after the brutal violence of a punchless fight.

A lovers choice brought naught but doom,
your mother’s voice inside the gloom;
my stoned rejoice, the flowers bloom
like a summer joy that found its tomb
in the sullen silence of a lonely night.

Blood flows after battle cries
like pain grows after love has died;
I wallow in her smiling eyes,
after the brutal violence of a punchless fight.

Passion fades and drifts away
a brilliant red that slipped to grey,
as I became a sullen silent night.