Dead Voices in the Air - A Poem by Ronald Janki
Dead Voices in the Air

What dead voices are in the air?

 Is this a night of exorcism or superstition?

 Is this the prophecy or cryptic philosophy?

 Is this doomsday or a million light years away?

 

What is that spectral flight in the sky?

Are bats roaming or an illusion black and white?

Are those wild sighs or whispers of alien spies?

Is that liquid blood or shadows in the mud?

Why thoughts of Dracula, poltergeist and psycho?

Is that a serenade to the dead or delirium widespread?

Is this the graveyard shift or is the mind adrift?

Are those the daughters of darkness or a haunting madness?

What’s in the air that looks like spaceship eyes?

Is it electrifying the sky or should I turn a blind eye?

Is that a soul catcher dancing or trances fantasizing?

Is an apparition approaching or in dreams afloating?

What dead voices are in the air?

 Is this a night of exorcism or superstition?

 Is this the prophecy or cryptic philosophy?

 Is this doomsday or a million light years away?