Silent night, boredom night

Another dark poem...typically used oxymorons n i've tried my hand at alliteration n personification...not really in the spirits to describe or elaborate further, jus give it a read... :l

It is a silent night, a night of boredom,

Even the leaves are too lazy to stir,

The stars wink from their heavenly kingdom,

The full moon, shrouded in haze, is a blur.

The trees stand solemn, steady and still,

As they yearn to reach out to a higher realm,

The wind sallies around, to add to the night's chill,

It already is pleasant enough, but no one to tell him.

The river gurgles through his shady haunt,

Even the smallest movement causes a slight,

The birds of the dusk cry, as if to taunt,

The deafening quietude that blankets the night.

The creatures of the dark go about their chores,

The predator stalks his unfortunate prey,

Amidst the chaotic harmony of the river's shores,

Closer to his unaware victim, he makes his way.

And then the silence is pierced, as with a knife,

As a bone-chilling human scream fills the air,

The bloodthirsty specter has again struck life,

Another corpse has been inducted into his lair.

But it is a silent night, a night of boredom,

The leaves bear witness but are too lazy to stir,

The stars look away, from their heavenly kingdom,

The moon, through the haze, could only see a blur.