Those Who Cannot Be Named

This is a short poem by me and I hope you like my work. Thank you for reading.

Those Who Cannot Be Named

When the nightsky cries its sorrow and grief 

Tears from above do pour

A painful silence of no relief

When the heavens darken and roar

It’s the evening of spirits and the hour of souls

Their cold hearts speak of nothing but revenge

The beasts, the ghosts, demons and ghouls

With nil but hatred they are drenched

2013