Night is a little Bright,
white clouds covering sight,
wind lingers in silence,
crawling through spine
creating menace.
murmurs of the fallen leaves
air carries their heaves
and echos in darkness.
screeches of moon light
of pain and sorrow,in
this cold, cold endless night.
grip of cold cuts the pale skin,
clean and bloodless wounds
frost and numb being.
grudging clouds veils the scream
but there is no pain
in the withering scheme.
eyes have gone grey,
lungs frozen,
cold tears have nothing to say.
hopes have ceased like sun
horror has reached in nerves
stuck in the veins like none.
symphony of the falling drops
is at the highest scale
piercing ear drums
dead's give their hail!.
rain lashes out
burning the cold wounds.
where blood was nowhere found
now was fragrant to silent hound
they called the rains
from the hell's depths
to claim what was their's
numb being was all there
to be hunted
to die again
but free from pain.
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