The Sound of Silence

A candle
Burns brighter
In the darkness
When the demons
In the shadows
Shrink back into
Their darkened
Daydreams. As a
Spectre of the wind
Whistles through
The chimnies
Ghosts of smiles
Painted on dead
White faces, glassy
Eyes stare, empty, blankly,
Death settled on them
Black and glazed.