This Starry Night-Based on Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”

Below
the village sleeps
oblivious,
unaware that tonight
is a Starry Night

the creature
that was once a Prince
watches from the tower
cursing the stars that dance
to the moon’s harp
swirls of ball gowns and suits
whirl before him
the cigar smoke strangles his throat,
his ears drown in laughter,
struggling to breathe he looks up and sees
her face, the moment
he lost all sanity

the townspeople say                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            he is different                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      his skin has yet to feel                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       the warm presence of sunlight

his pointed teeth                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          lusting after bare necks                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     his features unsightly                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            a mass of melted flesh

he is not like the others                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  they call him strange, peculiar, awkward                                                                                                                                                                                                                      he is alone                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         only his past to taunt him

 a whisper in the night                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       an owl’s cry                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            a wolf’s howl                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       the creature that was once a Prince                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  is night itself                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    attending a masquerade

the sky recoils                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               hiding in fear                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  tonight is a starry night                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     he buckles to the floor                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       looks up and sees his madness                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   reaching up his hands in surrender                                                                                                                                                                                                                               he screams

 

snight

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About Bunny's Pause

Hello, I'm a Author/Poet, Reviewer, Bookworm, Gamer, Music Lover, Wife and Mother! I live in Scotland with my husband, our two sons, two guinea pigs and two bunnies! That's a lot of twos! I love tea, dinosaurs, books, and am obsessed with pastries and bakery goodness! Check out my Youtube Channel, Bunny's Pause where I Vlog my life, do book reviews and helpful advice videos. I look forward to meeting you all and having tea and cake together! Hop hop wiggle wiggle
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