Prowling
The slow caressing night
A splash of night lotion
Crumpled bed sheet
An unending novel of love and anguish
The distant rumble of a train
Ever-echoing hills and their mystic caves
The terrains of age-old fleeting life
A sudden lightning and the blinding darkness thereafter
The eternally seething inferno
Satan’s serpentine encroachments
Intermittent showers drenching hoary trees
The sudden scourge of a flash flood
You stare at darkness’ face, its ambiguous
Strategy of preying upon you, or
Turning you into a predator yourself
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