Drowned heart, pale emotions merge to see
dance of the night.
Silence of night and breadth of pangs
reshaped the dilapidated heart
for sweeping new frets and
trepidation at ease.
Heart quenched to steal moonlight
at dead of night.
Shattered images drenched its hopes
in the ocean of emotion to cling
the hook of heart.
A gang of buccaneers wandered in
the street to explode for being tortured.
Screaming of the Vampires generated
ominous sound in the ethos
for ebb and flow.
The stick of the Sorcery gestured
the flying demigods in the sky.
The blind beggar stepped for
a pelf in the name of alm.
Insaned stars of the sky smeared the
moisture of longings over
the wounded heart.
Autumnal moonlight surrendered
its corpus at the hands of black
dark for a peaceful slumber.
The buzzing of the bees sang the
song of hobgoblin in stridulous form.