Dark night, night dark
Like thundering clouds sans lightening
And we missed, skipped the enlightening
Message. “You damn fool, think hard,
You didn’t hear anything?”
Lub-dub, lub-dub, quack-dub,
“Quack dub?” Yes, the darkest darkness
Followed us that we failed to see in the darkness.
Lights off, there was no light!
Scared, we threw our candles away,
Out of fear we trembled,
And threw our matchboxes haphazardly,
A few hit my head, I caught one silently
And hid it in the fish tank for emergency.
(The fish lit a bonfire! They tried to!)
“What?” Madness ruled us, yes, madness!
Madly we wept and stood still in one corner,
Or was it the centre? Uncertain, afraid,
We slept quickly, peacefully and
Woke to see the dark knight
Who had come to return our torch light;
Said, it helped him cross the teetering bridge
Twice, for he came to return our torch light.
Listen, not a lie this, later we heard it, all of us,
The breaking of the teetering bridge
And a desperate goodbye.
“It was the dark knight!” O-but we
Couldn’t see anything for our torch light
Died along with that goodbye-cry,
Both engulfed by the darkness and its hands,
Crushed under its dark feet, that we failed to see
In the darkness. For clarity now
We have all blindfolded ourselves.
After heavy rain, hail storm, whispering winds,
We can now feel some warmth,
Feels like the sun, but who knows-ya,
Not us, for it is impossible to see-ya,
Especially in this darkness. “Ahhh!”
(The one who said ‘ahhh’, rushed away.)
Rushed away? In such darkness?
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