And then darkness descends

And then darkness descends short poem

And then darkness descends.
Full-throated with grains of void,
It descends heavily like tar
Down the deepest recesses
Of night.

Flows into its pores, choking,
Deafening, blinding the eager
Dark, receptive but stiff body
Of a virgin night.

Deflowering it of the thin
Film of translucent light
That stood guard like a
Eunuch outside a princess’ door.

And then darkness descends,
Lightly upon the last ashen
Light of dusk,
Like death on old ailing flesh.

And then a silent darkness reigns.

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Kuntal Deb Barman

Can’t express my appreciation with the words, really nice… (y)

shivaji pandhare

@pallavi very nice and intiligently risen words and can not dares to measure depth.



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