Nephillium
John Mannone © 2007
Night wind stirs the cool shiver
of distant stars shining sand as crystals.
Shadows stand silent in the whispers
of the moon, while stars fall and fill
the dunes with magic of their light.
Now the shadows shriek, the moon howls,
and we ran until the darkness left.
She curled in my arms, more still than death,
perspiring fear in the folds of my robe.
Every night, they come with handsome
smiles, yet illegitimate desires,
and rape our daughters.
Every morning, the sun blazes with anger
for there are giants in the land
and desert fires wait the quenching of the flood.