El Pecado

the night slumbers
darkness overtakes light
dousing the effulgence..

the cumbersome clouds 
tease the shy moon
as she tries to take a peep
from behind the fast moving 
grey curtain of flimsy ice..

dogs howl mournfully
as if knowing 
of nightmares being dreamt
on beds of comfort and fluffy pillows
eyelids flicker uneasily
It is not the sleep 
of the peaceful
whose hearts are engraved 
with the stamp of sin..
A symbol that has no identity
The deeds that spill forth
Bloodying the streets
Staining
Lasting but not everlasting 
Like all good things have to end
So do the bad...