Twilight's Last Gleaming Light drains from the western sky like the slow dying ring of the note of a gong that was struck long ago. And light from the ceiling disappears in the inky blackness of the headlines on the page announcing the nightfall on the face of the land - A night so deep that at high noon you cannot find an honest man, though you search with a weapon and a torch. And through the window I watch the streetlights coming on and wonder if my deeds display the light of the Morning Star* arising in my heart. Yes, from the window I watch the shadows come on strong and pray that my deeds would show the light of the Morning Star arising in my heart. * 2 Peter 1 19
Clarence Thompson's Questions:
1. How could I say the same thing using a more regular meter? (A regular question of mine.) Are there any good books available for teaching meter without sacrificing emotion?
2. Regarding the third stanza I remember hearing long ago of an ancient Greco-Roman historical figure who walked the streets of his city with a torch in one hand and a club in the other hand, while looking for an honest man. I can't remember the man's name. Does anyone know?
3. Should the last stanza be repeated, as I have done, or should I only say it once?