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To Orion On A Moonless Night
by: Trish Osborne 2/1/2000
As I close my eyes, I see flashes of pain-
I look to Orion for strength and find none.
Faces, fists- terrifying me-
The memories flooding in-
The river strives to overflow.
Tears threatening to blur my sight;
as I stare out lost-
into the moonless night-
Voices, laughter- mocking me like
A hyena mocks the moon.
Terrible fear paralyzing me-
Images and flashes of the faceless shadows.
Orion- great God of the Hunt-
Do not forsake me, now,
For I have become the hunted.
How many more moonless nights must I endure?
How many more moonless nights
Will it take for me to truly forget?
I fear, O Great one, I will always remember-
And that is truly terrifying!
But still, I close my eyes,
And remember that pain-
How I lost sight of your glory through the blur
Of my own tears-
Tears, I am afraid, that have
Cried a river-
On many a moonless night such as this.
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