Darkness,My bride
The shadows changing every hour
And I see the light foiled by the night
Waiting for the darkness , my bride
To dance on the rhymes of cricket grimes
The sound of the knell is heard
The corpses abandon their graves
The scrupulous creatures leave their villas
Waiting for my bride to descend
Veiling under the robes of sadism and death
With all the gore and flesh she likes to play
Dictating the arsenal of corpses and ogre
My brides commences her reign
Every hour she expands her realm
And the new terrains abides by her sovereign
Someone mourning around when she descends
While the others play their covetous games
No one takes gauntlet at her supremacy
But tries to appease her with choirs and hymns
Even the appartions and the parsons are same in her sight
She is immortal for all the awaited eyes
Carressing the needs of sceptre and midgets
she stretches over another grief laden lands
I stand at the horizons to see off her sombre light
Waiting for another day, for my bride ” DARKNESS” to descend