The tenebrous night descends
Along with its encroaching darkness,
Hanging out like a canopy.
Mystery and death silence are its two escorts...
It glares into my eyes with all its awe and might,
Beckoning me to embrace it…
It intends on stealing away my only soulmate
I feel like condemning it of being so callous,
I feel like despising it of being a mugger,
Yet again I fail; yet again I’m helpless…
Undulating between the desire to be possessed and the fear to be enslaved,
Scared by the vicious veil of night,
Robbed off my better half,
There I lay yet again, all alone…
The yearn to be embraced by my only admirer,
The desire to feel its touch,
These unstrung melodies yet again harp my senses.
But there I see the triumphant night,
The ache of being abandoned strikes yet again…
Meekly I decide to surrender to the master
But there I see my savior
Adorned in a blend of cerise and azure,
Approaching me with a gleam of hope
Rejuvenating the promise of reuniting me with my soulmate…
5 comments:
Is the saviour the one who holds reins to the seven horses?
Because He, has always been the shimmer and the radiance, the ray itself, and the Sun.
Nice read.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
nice read.
you did guesss it write.saviour is surely the sun and soulmate is my shadow...
thank u :)
Let the saviour not save,
Let the shadow fade.
Let the light open the grave,
Let the epitaph be lined with jade.
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