We the night creatures
Our souls sing loudest in the dark
Singing to the moon for company
Let the stars in heaven wander
We alone roam this accursed earth
This soil of Gods and monsters.
Footsteps echo through lifeless art
The paintings they lose their colors
Music they play, naught but noise
Zeus’ daughters prancing for a
holiday
Plucking lyres and shooting comets
to ground
Eight muses now weep for their
sister.
She has fallen, a mortal in her
ragged woes
Swallowing starred medicines down
her throat
Wishing to be an ethereal movie harlot
Alas! Her mortal form can no more
contain
Her divine dreams now become her
ruin
Sweet innocence lost on a
first-class theater.
Ophelia giving birth to hungry new
actors
They sprang forth seeking their
duets
Demanding the Muses’ hands for a
dance
Three sisters dressed in phantom
black robes
Silently praying to cut off each
string.
“We the night creatures”
“Our soul sings loudest in the
night”
A hullabaloo swirls like a blending
machine
Threatening to kiss each sister on
the lips
Thus a play cut short before its end
But voices, whispers, heard still
Hamlet’s monologue sings a final
chord.
- a.i.a. & ariff halim
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