Firelight flickers in the night
Spangled starlight my only light
Inside my head dark thoughts ignite
Poetry almost in my sight
  
Distant memories are wrapped in fear
As shadows of a ghost appear
Time no longer exist here
My muse she is my overseer
  
The fire is grey without its glow
A specter’s moon through a dark window
I feel them there they never go
Charcoal shapes in indigo
  
Finding thoughts that chill the soul
Darker than night black as coal
A poem waiting to be born
Coming to me slowly
Like the approaching dawn