A Melancholic Blaze

The wolves race through the woods... A melancholic night breathing... The moon weeping its elegant light... As I drown in the lake of uncertainty... A prodigious night... Procreating melancholy... A deceiver at command... Portraying images of the divine... The nature decaying to the bizarre setting... As the wolves howl at the night’s mystical descend... And as my heart cries a disheartening reverie... The river turns venomous at the cheerless call... The wolves pursue the divine call... The eerie wind deceives their ears... Far ahead I see a shadow of the pure... But as I approach...the shadow is razed by the prevalent obscurity... The winter birds seem to be early... Nesting in the putrefied tree... The venomous river appears frozen... As a chilling breeze stings the heart... A prodigious night... Procreating melancholy... A deceiver at command... Portraying images of the divine... The last few hopes seem to deaden... As a cloud seems to darken the elegant moon... And the heart craves for her warmth... As the flowers anticipate the monsoon... Why is it that her radiant shadows appear? When illumination ceases to exist... A bird rests on my shoulder... And sings mantras of eternal hope... An assurance of support... And guidance...as the melancholic night descends... The wolves howl to the infinite sky... ...And the lamentation of a lost soul... Overpowered by their howls... As the melancholic fire burns on... The lamentation of a lost soul... Forever lost... ...And as I close my eyes... The setting transforms to “heaven” Where flowers are vivacious... ...And nature rejoicing the start of spring... ...As I lay in her arms... The panorama vivid as ever... A panorama... That subsists within the broken heart... And a last few dead branches... The winter bird collects to complete its nest... And now all is at rest... Silence is what subsists eternally... The lamentation of a torn heart Ever so callous... ...As he putrefies eternally... ...In a Melancholic Blaze...