Ode to the Night's Silence

The muffled silent melody
screams out at night, you I adore.
Your absence, it is hell for me,
it leaves me wanting more and more.

Your eerie tones of brass and base
echo and echo in my heart.
My loving temptress hide your face.
I alone understand your art.

Lo' what cacophony is this
that interrupts my mistress' song?
Be still my love, take hold of bliss.
Peace, wait, this won't take long.

A crow had in the other room
across the hall began to squawk,
a noise not even called a tune.
Begrudgingly began my walk.

The door creaked open with sigh
"can you hurry?" It seemed to say,
"Night wants to sing, she wants to die"
Gesturing with wooden arm "Obey!"

"Of course, of course. I will oblige
though not for you I do this deed
but for my mistress," I replied.
I stepped in on my shadow's lead.

A monster, I did see it now
beneath the sheets it heaved and moaned.
Though full of fright I wiped my brow,
Now callous as if struck and stoned.

It snarled and spat almost in spite.
Its hatred for my love now known
And slipping through the darkest night
I struck, I struck it to the bone.

With knife now drawn and sheathed inside,
The bewildered thing gave a scream.
In blood soak sheets it promptly died
And I walked out as in a dream.

The muffled silent melody
screams out at night, you I adore.
Your absence, it is hell for me,
it leaves me wanting more and more.