This poem is about a night filled with scary sights, a mind filled with dreadful thoughts and imaginations.
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Oh the piercing night
The roaring voice of death whispered my name
In between the caves of misty dreams,I floated
Like a swift wheat darting round the water waves
Where my fate shrunk in the deepest nightmare
And terror rained within me like blown cinders
The fierce breeze tore deep into my scaly skin
Corroding my heavy eyes flooded with tears
A thick mist grew from the dark and shaded my heart
My whole being sublimed into the air of my wild thoughts
Birthing words imprinted on tiny drops of tears
Pounding heavily as they marry my confiding pillow
Beyond the dazzling spit of the night dew
Owls of the night are chanting their rhythm of bad omen
Dark heavy clouds steal the smiles of the crescent
Bathing the night with drowning foams of darkness
Beyond the silent screams of the night
I lay ripped of my voice with an almost losing breath
With a mind racing round the abyss like a craving wolf
Claws of panic pierced deep into my torn frame
More like a needle thrown into the deepest part of the sea
Coaxed to the vapour of the dreaded darkness
Thoughts are flying like blind hummingbirds
Moulding dreadful scenes of fog covered sight
But when dawn finally defeat this foggy silent night
I'll wake up to the caressing touch of the morning rays
With glistering stars embracing the whole sky
