NyctophiliaA Poem by fattycbreezy52How is the combination of A rubicund umbrella and a no-nonsense black dress? Look closely. The umbrella is not rubicund. It was initially a captivating black. The ruddiness is actually The result of streaking every layer of it, With his crimson blood. I do not usually stroll around the city at night, My mom denies. But the sole pleasure Of a lone nyctophiliac, Lies in the crispness of an intricate night. Not for any sinister motive, But for appreciating the darkness,itself. To envision, Things ill-lit and jet-black. To imitate the mythical Cimmerians Residing in perpetual darkness near the land of the dead. Aphotic sunlight Cannot touch the inky blackness of my bodily caves. The caliginous sky Shuns her only companion twilight, While I make love to a giant nebulous glow Emitting from the stygian eye Of that sinister wolf. Nothing will harm me In this pitch-black vicinity. I am already one with the night Now how will darkness deceive its tenebrosity?
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4 Reviews Added on July 1, 2015 Last Updated on July 1, 2015 Authorfattycbreezy52AboutMusic,dancing,singing,acting,dubbing,writing and playing with voices are my areas of specialization/existence. Being a Literature student,my love for Keats,Coleridge and Blake led me all the way to t.. more..Writing
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