Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Dusk

this dusk
like a demented mother
cradling the corpse
of darkness in her arms

sun goes down
her venomous breath
releasing slowly
the dark poison
into night's virgin soul

in this dark
abysmal night
not gems
of twinkling stars
nor dreams
of distant dawn
only
stagnant
putrid
death
of light

1 comment:

Ajay said...

seems a bit dark dosent it? i mean i have always imagined the night as being a beauiful phenomenon. However there are always more than one perception. Gud description of a bleak nigh