Nightshades

By Bismay Rath

Quiet hours, sombre a glow,

Luna whispers secrets only Nyx can know. 

Lone nocturne-

A child barren-bold, seeks to explore 

A heart, a void, a chasm of woe. 

Intrigued, gazes Selene, waning her light,

Shapes a sanctuary, she is kind,

Hopes to be humoured,

Blankets the blank night.

Yet, moonstruck he remains, 

Adrift a blighted mind.

Seeks concord, yearns for respite

From this hail of frozen dreams,

Wherein flails a soul uneasy, 

Crying a silent scream.

No armistice in sight, left is nihility,

And thoughts no good seize him tonight. 

At the heavens he glances, 

Hopes for the bright to embrace him,

A shame.

Staked, no solace in sight, 

Only cold bars of blood,

Made of his own, alleviate his plight.

Ergo, he thinks.

He thinks of the past- it spites him,

He thinks of the love that defines him,

Weighs the sorrow- questions its worth,

A sense of loss, and an answer in company-

Kindest of paths know to never invite him,

Till hollow he has become.

By Bismay Rath