Hovering over the dimmly lit swallows,
Adoring fauna - gently twisted and harrowed,
Polished lulls culled in snows sleepy embrace,
Plotted lines of creatures, marched on forward,
Yellow shadows n hefty sighs, lofty winds they borrowed.

Bones they clinkered and chains that clackered,
Iridescent flicker of sounds they battered,
Round and around, creatures small and big,
Tenacious beings with pumpkin pots n lean hands that offer,
Hitherto they wandered, the land of the soulless living,
Daring souls that weather the cold, ghouls seeketh embers,
And down they go these twisted meadows, merrily in a heap,
Yearning shadows in the distance, hands raised from the deep. 

Author’s note:

Dear Reader,

I hope you’re doing fine wherever you are. A little gift I’ve had in the works for a bit and just wanted to share.

Another day of memories, another day of thought, another day closer.

The year’s almost out and I’ve done so much and there’s still more for me to do. There’s not for me to say for now, so I’ll just keep my pen on the paper.

Penned on – 15th Oct 2021

The Lipid.