He says,
The moon has become bad
He wonders,
The indigo sky looks so sad
Is it mourning the company
of the night, he asks
"Visitors from the netherworld"
At the thought, he stops
He shudders
to see his shadow
he dreads
what if it swallows
He doesnt know
Whether he is alone
And he doesnt want
to know if it isnt so!
Not just his reflection
His mirror seems to show
There is no doubt there is
Another pallid translucent show
A thousand secrets
The wind screams
It is a nightmare
Not his sweet dream!
A safest place
he simply cant find
After all, they are
The demons of his mind!
Specially dedicated to a certain love fish I know :-)
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