Night

Otto Vrieslander

Giant black butterflies

Have blotted out the sunshine.

A closed book of magic spells,

The horizon sleeps-silent.

Vapors from lost abysses

Breathe out an odor, murdering memory.

Giant black butterflies

Have blotted out the sunshine.

And from Heaven earthward

Gliding down on leaden wings

The invisible monsters

Descend upon our human hearts...

Giant black butterflies.