The Way of The Night

By Diva Malviya

All hope abandon, ye who enter this dread gate,

As errant drops descend in a mournful, empty state.

A duel arises where blades entwined

Reflect the clash of mortal fate confined.

Amidst these sepulchers of swords,

The beast within, quelled by sacred words.

O youth, epitome of fleeting strife,

Now find thee upon the fragile edge of life.

Beneath the stars, a sky shared yet torn,

A trove of desires, by destiny worn.

A masquerade where the guilty dance,

Two realms ignite in death’s expanse.

But as night of crimson wanes away,

Hope and despair in silence lay.

By Diva Malviya