Nights need hymns but they get in loads
Mumbling twists – silent stalking spars.
Gangs of silent hunters on roads
Sip life from dreams and scatter scars.
Slayer chemistry then matches
Unfathomed dark depths of the night
Fills their lives with joyous scratches,
Giving them diabolic insight!
The night speaks not a word to them
And yet wants not what they can give
It sees how it can seek revenge
But knows they will go on and live
Until the time is right to die
And so the night hears them repeat
The definition of their lie
Hummed as hymns with a lethal beat!
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Based on the prompt: Hymns of the night (Lopa Banerjee)
TSL NaPoWriMo poetry writing challenge for April 2021
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Arvind Passey
Poem written on 02 April 2021
