A night alone in the woods
*A night alone in the woods*
_Weary of the bricks and the drawbridge, when even the tell tale of the study grew stale,_
_I set out under the moon and walked past the cold, northern gale._
_Under the winds of north and below the starry interstellar set out I._
_Phantasms manifold, shapes of plenty. Illusions divine._
_Filling the jar, I set out alone in the witching hour._
_Under a sky, wherein the prophecies of the decadents fell shy._
_Trudging along the edges I came to a hideous realization._
_Along the unbound branches, amongst titanic Sequoia and beneath cramped caves laid my soul._
_This realization alone set my mind on a fright!_
_I turned back, watched my steps, and my unimpeded flight,_
_And asked myself,_
_*What different am I from a ghoul who haunts the night?*_
_ Pranjal Singh
© profoundwriters
_Weary of the bricks and the drawbridge, when even the tell tale of the study grew stale,_
_I set out under the moon and walked past the cold, northern gale._
_Under the winds of north and below the starry interstellar set out I._
_Phantasms manifold, shapes of plenty. Illusions divine._
_Filling the jar, I set out alone in the witching hour._
_Under a sky, wherein the prophecies of the decadents fell shy._
_Trudging along the edges I came to a hideous realization._
_Along the unbound branches, amongst titanic Sequoia and beneath cramped caves laid my soul._
_This realization alone set my mind on a fright!_
_I turned back, watched my steps, and my unimpeded flight,_
_And asked myself,_
_*What different am I from a ghoul who haunts the night?*_
_ Pranjal Singh
© profoundwriters