The Beckoning

Wait, wait a moment.
Don't submit to mortal sleep,
not just yet.
Something is afoot.


Melodious notes
in infallible subsequence.
Sky angry and red
ready to throw bolts at the ground.
Upheaval to end the torment.


Feel the hair stand up on ends
tickle of ice run down your spine.
Oh don't give in just yet
something is afoot.


A waft of warm breeze,
in the chill of the night.
A soft voice, calling out
from behind the filament bright.


Do they not beckon you?
Urge enough to get up.
Start walking towards the unknown
Oh don't just end your day as yet.
Something is afoot