Moonlight Wanes -Season 3 Bonus
- Shaurya, Thakur
The Waning of the Moonlight
Far above,
The moonlight wanes.
My anguish deepens as I watch the skies above with a cutting reproach.
Bothered by the screaming silence of the room, I’ve set my heart on distraction.
I will conjure daydream material to seek respite from the nightmares, Approaching and at hand, scurrying around the room.
I race my mind to search for the calming presence, In a moment so bleak.
All I see are harrowing portrayals of grief. Faces plunged into despair.
A fool’s errand, this search, brings us back to square one.
I take a brief yet frightful trip back to the sight of the moonlight. Pressing my face against the window glass,
Gaze set upon it with a cosmic fury!
One that strikes the fear and pain of a dagger being thrust into the flesh! I apply more strength, for I believe.
Even the most gruesome is prone to displays of intense passion. I keep gazing as if I hope to uncover a secret,
The final solution to my uneasiness.
Alas! The window shudders.
And the curtains produce a loud, rustling hush. My soul is battered,
As I’m pushed into a cesspool of overwhelming emotions. The facade of my bravery has been blown to smithereens. Now cornered, I can hear the wild beating of my heart And feel the gunk at the corner of my eye.
A shadow cascades,
Engulfing my surroundings, In its tyrannical mayhem. The darkness becomes darker,
Nothing remains.
