The Night Owl

The sun reluctantly forced to rest; the gloomy dusk ensue The shadows of the dark roam and pry In search of lost souls that is in disguise The night owl cries in silent sorrow Timeless dreams of good and evil wanders The restless mind is what they’re after Consumed one’s blissful rest or carry away one’s woes The night owl cries in silent sorrow The murky bloated clouds of the night Blanket this forlorn world with dreary fog Mesmerized the spirit leading them away from the light The night owl cries in silent sorrow The crisp wind play tunes of melancholy A mourning of pain in this unanimated flight Penetrate the soul, making one’s feeling of despairs The night owl cries in silent sorrow A curse stray in the duskiness’ spell like a smell of death from hell Wakes up the owls to the grave of soulless thirst Yearning for beings of demise before the wake of dawn The night owl cries in silent sorrow The howling of a wolf under the moonless sky Moaning for its partner lying upon the lifeless ground As the cold darkness breathes out agony in the air The night owl cries in silent sorrow When night like this put the world in a hypnotized state The midnight owls are out scavenging of being’s last breath Soaring high and low through the echo of the gloom The night owl cries in silent sorrow Destiny is a mystery as fate follows your path of reality The uncertainty of life is a puzzle of its own Bring out your perpetual light to moment in sight Before you hear the night owls cries in silent sorrow