When autumn arrives darkness is likely to follow close behind. The symbol of night is almost at its peak. When reading William Blake's poems one get a feeling of calmness; night time is the right time:
The moon, like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight,
Sits and smiles on the night.
It is Halloween and it's time to enjoy the darkness and listen to the Songs of the Night.
The Wreckage of My Flesh
Loathsome I've become.
A creature so undone.
Wretched and broken.
Cannot find my faith.
Any God will do.
Nothing said is new.
Nothing said is true.
Fly away my hope.
The embrace of shade holds me dear
Eats me away.
Loose the dogs of disgrace upon me.
I have no faith.
Raise the poor outcast I have become.
I am undone.
Calm is the air. Still is the sea.
The valley of death keeps calling me.
Rest my eyes from the world.
This dying place, it's so absurd.
Oh, Christ above, whom I love.
Lost to me. My snow white dove.
Make this day like the night.
songs of darnkess. Words of light.
Pulling down my heart.
I won't forget my lovers heart.
I was somehow born.
Strewn in black decay.
None shall I obey.
The wreckage of my flesh
The nakedness of my death.
My Dying Bride
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