In the opaque darkness
I see the lanterns
Of the nocturnal;

They come calling me
Every night;
Though i dont see
I shiver in fright;
From deep within the darkness
And in the hanging silence
I hear voices screaming bane
Horror and macabre,
I no longer remain sane;
Roll down frozen tears
In elephantine fears.

The bats and the owls cry
As i smell corpses;
And keep calling the souls
A nocturnal.

Poetry by suraj
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Written on 2007-06-19 at 21:19

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