Feverish demon fingers,
Curling, clenching, clawing.
A long drawn moan
A beast wounded, the fight is done.
Despair night, rolling down the hill
Like a consumptive cough.
The stars wink down, content,
Far above from the beast, the demon, the fog.
Lives unnumbered, have been crossed by the stars,
Have the stars too been crossed by their lives?
Curling, clenching, clawing.
A long drawn moan
A beast wounded, the fight is done.
Despair night, rolling down the hill
Like a consumptive cough.
The stars wink down, content,
Far above from the beast, the demon, the fog.
Lives unnumbered, have been crossed by the stars,
Have the stars too been crossed by their lives?
Nice poetry.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much.
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