SONNET-2 ( LULLABY OF SATAN )

A shakespearan sonnet.

The satan arrives, cry not...oh insane.
Midnight it is, too scary and moonlit.
Hounds cry too long...long cries mixed with pain.
Cool void feels hearts...haunted blankness o'er streets.
Satan comes to thee, clad in long black robes.
A hood entangled with cruelity
Crowns him... His face hidden behind masks
Of sadistic grins and brutality.
Hungry he is. Happiness of thy soul
He wilt be feeding on just like a worm.
His laughter wilt reach the sky like dogs' howl.
Then he wilt go...vanishing in the storm.
Hence cry not...insane... Close your mind and sleep.
For satan fears calmness of kid...so deep.

Author's Note

please ignore errors related to metre if any.