The Opera of Dusk
THE OPERA OF DUSK
Theatre of life dawdles on
Beyond that old and crumbling wall,
Where birds and insects come on stage
Dusk relaying a curtain call.
The city of stones pensive dwells
Lauding the show with silent breath,
As shadows play a grisly game
Of hide and seek with stoic death.
The evening star sets out to warn
A haunting moon over the lake -
To brighten not it’s luminescence
That ghouls from stupor may awake.
Thus act out nightmares from their past
That heart of darkness may arouse,
To let the loathsome night applaud
Phantom of the Opera House.
***********
Copyright © Amar Agarwala | Year Posted 2020
|