Ant Smith

All poems

Night terror

It'll be the hottest day of the year if the sun still deigns to rise
The shadows that appear will create a dark disguise
A turbulent creeping fear the moon will mix in with the tides
Ancient monsters reappear with your name cut in their hides

The shadows that appear will create a dark disguise
For year after year this old man's life acquired lies
Ancient monsters reappear with your name cut in their hides
As more and more and more of us die from pure surprise

For year after year this old man's life acquired lies
Cardiac infractions and cancers multiply
As more and more and more of us die from pure surprise
Nothing screams louder than the terror in the night

Cardiac infractions and cancers multiply
A turbulent creeping fear the moon will mix in with the tides
Nothing screams louder than the terror in the night
It'll be the hottest day of the year if the sun still deigns to rise

If the sun still deigns to rise
In the twilight of your life
If you see with clear eyes
In the fullness of your time
If the sun still deigns to rise
And you think you have survived
In the fullness of your time
You'll give in to all life's lies