They Sip Soul's Ambrosia
In the desolate domain of eerie milieu
under the ebony opaque sky,
on the murky hideous landscape
the nocturnal creatures prowl and try
to stalk those who can’t see
the nightriders slither in the sly
from the sinister forlornness of the wild,
the unwary they craftily descry.
With the arcane acumen concealed
as ominous feral creatures they lurk,
like sordid silhouettes of evil menace
they stealthily sneak in the dark
into the quintessence of your life,
crumbling it down going berserk,
they sip from the chalice of night
your soul’s ambrosia in darkness stark.
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January 21, 2022
Contest : The Chalice Of Night
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2022
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