The Ghost

You wake up from your
Dizzy Dream
To hear frogs croak and nightingales sing,
"For when the night falls, they come for thee."
In the frost-bitten
Silence
Of the world that is
So Serene,
I hear the drums
Break
Through with their
Booming Cry…
Up over the mountains
And past the great sea…
The Indians…
They come for me.