Hear by density
Silent spells of the dark night
While crickets stridulate
A flutter takes a bizarre height
Cohort of faceless men
March with talons and forked tongue
Moon is whisked aside
In gory shade of thirsty night
I take to phoenix
Burning my days, and
When night tread in silence
I ride my cycle next
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An engaging poem that strikes a balance between gothic and magical realism styles of writing.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Jee.