"nyctophile" poems
Sleep, dearest creature of the night, you who adores the shining moon, I said to myself as the music began to echo through the room
A nyctophile blood ******* devil, gifted black demonic wings alike a bat when it flies, strengh beyond reason and a tongue full of sick lies,
Yet a ray of sun may be lethal to you, burning you away as if you were paper caught in a firestorm, an inferno of heat, vaporized at last,
Life force relies in blood, impurities of constant change I need since I have already passed away theoretically I am most likely already dead
A music box plays for me alone, transient melodies from the recurring memories of a brighter, vivid past, to which I am are unable to return to,
Ahh, phantoms, a nuisance of the mortal life I have escaped alike the shooting stars over a clear, living,traveling, dark blue night sky
Have I toiled well, hard or long to achieve heaven, yet have become stuck as the devils tool in a illusionary world with no end ?
Flowing water seals me away, I cannot cross when it rains, and need a polite, kind invitement to intrude and cause wicked bloodshed
Sleep, so I may can be innocent until the sun has sunken down to rest,
Slumber, the world of dreams is free from weaknesses to purification,
With great magic, comes a devils recitation, engaging in a distant dream far beyond the grasp of my crimson, blood drenched hands,
Unable to advance, shadows of those who have forgotten the fear of darkness spread and creep around, hidden in nights embrace
Empty consciousness I am attracted like a fluttering butterfly to the gentle reflected light by the full moon in its fullest sensation,
Raise this song of love and paint it in a moonlit night for me,
Dance with me, until we aren't part of this world any longer, dear,
Sounds melt into silence, structure forms within chains of destiny,
Even if tomorrow were never to come, I couldn't care less,
For now, just let me rest my eyes
~ Umi
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
The night is my friend
While the sun sleeps,
I find peace in staring at the stars
A smile slips through my my lips
As my mind wonders off.
The silence of the night, charming my ears,
Allows me to hear the muffled cries
Of the world beyond the horizon
Laced by the stars.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
There should appear some respite,
despite
the fact, I am a Nyctophile
as I too love my collapsing sight
I too flicker in the bright.
Like an earner without his earning
The dark existence,
by the sphere that lurks, partially satiated
'See-Saw' a fodder for human poets
The other aspect, totally denied.
Skin is imbalanced
which showers mixed colors
Why not an equilibrium?
Vampires licking honeyed sanity
The sane too, join the party.
But, if he complies, they wouldn't
If she complies, they wouldn't
Fluctuations are eminent
There should appear some respite,
despite
the fact, I am a dust stained file
as I too love my collapsing might
I too flicker in the bright.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 3:34 AM UTC
the night
conquers
my sight.
the moon
shines bright.
the stars
haunt me
over and over
again.
I am an owl,
A nyctophile.
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC
Scattering shadows
Cool breeze against the window
It’s my time to live
Apr 10, 2022
Apr 10, 2022 at 9:25 AM UTC
I am a Nyctophile.
I love the night, the darkness:
it gives me pleasure,
it gives me comfort,
it gives me peace.
In the night hours
I can hear the soft rustling of the trees,
the trilling of insects,
the gentle pad of the cat,
the bark of the fox,
the scurrying of the hedgehog
as they go about their night-time adventures.
In the night hours
I can see the the stars
glimmering above
and when the moon is risen,
I can bask in her soft, silver glow.
In the night hours
I can smell the cool air
and taste the new-formed dew.
In the night hours
all that is familiar
takes on a new persona
in the shadows.
And what secrets
hide in those shadows?
They do not bring me fear
but curiosity …
In the quiet of the night,
my thoughts are mine,
uninterrupted and unencumbered
by the noises of the day;
the clamour of voices,
the roar of the traffic,
the cacophony of daily life.
I love the night, the darkness,
it gives me pleasure,
it gives me comfort,
it gives me peace.
© 2025
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 1:50 AM UTC
i have never been afraid of the dark
and i have always liked to be alone
never needed a light or a spark
the darkness is my home
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC