Echoes of The Night

By Muhammad Faizan Shaheem

Through dark of night a story begins, 

A building of cavity, a place of blabbering  

Someone walks about, the night is long, 

An empty inheritance, a place to escape 

Words are spoken through roses that have died, 

The flame of a light is a breath of fright. 

When the night comes to an end, the  crux goes to an end , 

When the night is over, the soul it still grips. 

As the sun appears , the figure  disappears, 

However, the sanctuary rests at other disturbing feelings.

By Muhammad Faizan Shaheem