Howling Night Winds
These howling night winds sound like phantom beasts,
Far and wide in the country side they roam.
Or are they spirits lost in time and space
Who cannot find their Heavenly home?
Moaning and groaning, restless souls they be,
Whistling, howling mournfully through my window
In bursts, demanding some answers to their
Age old questions that will appease the soul.
Ancient voices from so long ago ask
From whence did I come, why am I here?
Release my soul, please, ye roaring demons
Oh, let me go far from this horrid fear.
Fear, for I know not what you want from me,
Nor why you think you must torture me so.
Lost am I and must find my way anon
To peace and rest beyond, Oh! let me go!
Three sleepless nights to howling I listen
As lost souls are wandering over hills,
Their pleas won’t stop, I can bear this no more,
The screeching, sad voices give me the chills.
I implore thee, you gods of winds, to please
Stop, stop this now or my aching head
Will burst asunder, let me sleep in peace
I cannot help these poor lost souls I dread.
Away! take them away now from my window
Let them go and find their own recompense,
Guide these lost souls to their rightful realm.
Suddenly there is only eerie silence.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns