Darkness

A poem inspired by T.F. Powys (Mr Weston's Good Wine, Darkness and Nathaniel), with a touch of Tolkien. A somewhat sombre poem...

Darkness
 
Cold  is stone upon the earth
Night's canopy on starry skies
A time of death, a time of birth
A time for truth, an end to lies
In solitude, to now appraise
Find anew the Shaman's ways
 
For the darkness of each hour
Before the dawn, the black of night
In hill and vale and tree is power
Beneath the coldest stars of light;
In solitude, to now appraise
Find anew the Shaman's ways
 
Unseen by the open eye
Here the ancient barrow Wight
Here the Dryad makes a cry
Linking sense to sound and sight;
In solitude, to now appraise
Find anew the Shaman's ways
 
In the darkness, warmth and love
Find once more the inner child
Hearken to the mourning dove
And the inner storm so wild
In solitude, to now appraise
Find anew the Shaman's ways
 
Gathers darkness, more and more
Clouded sky, no stars above
Waves upon the darkling shore
A patterning of shadows wove
In solitude, to now appraise
Find anew the Shaman's ways
 
Time to drink the dark red wine
To the world so freely given,
Mend the thread of finest twine
Tears of sorrow, now forgiven
In solitude, to now appraise
Find anew the Shaman's ways