Darkness falls and shrouds our world,
And long slumbering beasts awaken;
With raised heads, and claws uncurled,
They wait with infinite patience,
For the moment they can, readily escape,
From shadows where light be forbidden;
And sniff the air for unconscious prey,
Within reach, unfortunate and unbidden.
Long they have hungered, and hoped in vain,
Till night o’er them hath befallen;
And with moon and stars, they rise again,
The beasts to beauty, wretched and forgotten.
By howl of wind and wolf alike,
Prepared to hunt, unencumbered;
For rules by day, are hidden and ground
Into stardust, till dawn be remembered.
Nothing remains, not bone nor decay
For nothing is left, worthy of remains;
Nothing is heard, or pretended be heard,
Screams of terror, lost forever in pain.
A hat, a coat, a scarf, that once belonged
Thievery struck, a beggar in want
No sign of a struggle, no need for a lie
For those who are lost, never survive.
Sreedevi Jagannath.
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