The Nightriders
Under the spectrum of chameleon sky
the transiting sun shines deceptively
on the masked faces of ingenious craft,
walk you enticed on blind garden path.
In the dense night of broken dreams
you don’t hear their footfall of silence.
Their sneaky eyes probe to consume
as masks dissolve in depth of darkness.
In the desolate domain of ineptitude
under the ebony sky on murky ground
the nocturnal animals prowl around,
stalking the haunted who can’t hide.
The nightriders slither from the wilds,
unmasked they morph to feral demons.
Unsuspecting predators on the hunt,
sinister sly creatures of menace lurk.
With arcane acumen of trickster devils
as sordid silhouettes of evil they creep
stealthily onto quintessence of your life,
sip the seraphic ambrosia of your soul.
Posted : February 27, 2020
June 16, 2020
Contest : Strand No 800
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2020
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