An eerie silence, hem
The border of
Sleeping nights
Unknown fear, manoeuvre
a dance
of the infectious kind
Inebriated
It advances pressing its Cimmerian feet,
Ramming the dark air
No sight visible, accrue
The strength; lost
In this demolition act
Invisible demagogue, was seen
Posting its forked tongue
Licking the nights all over
Thoughtfully perceived.. Nice one 🙂
So much thanks Monika Jee. 🙂
Gothic snapshots providing us with food for thought.Well done.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Ji for thy apt and boosting comment.
when the forces of darkness set themselves into work
So much thanks poet soul Anoucheka Jee!