Gleektales

They said the night is absence of light And cold the absence of heat As eerie as these absences make them look Solace is the theme when these two collide On that cold night I sat down Listening to my pulse drop down My heart beats like a shamed widow Accused of murdering her provider Eyes to the skies and the clouds are racing past making the moon a prisoner in their selfish quest A lurch in the heart wondering where they go Oh!  I hope my precious sun is not in trouble Are the snows the clouds forms of sweat showing they too are in the hustle How great are their hustle that the snow spots the lands and fills An insane hyperhydrosis I'll say The tall trees with sigmoid shadows Houses with the torso like silhouette makes good artistry of the snow That the Monalisa's painting would envy till penury As the moon broke out of the cloud's prison. The endless road brightens up snapping out of it's darkness demise There again goes my pulse beckoning...

I still flinch Whenever I remember that night. The night a monster was born That cold night At first I didn't want to go But I had to Or else Papa would die I put my shawl Around my shoulders Clutching it tightly For the wind blew harshly I carried the lantern Because I couldn't see Not even 10 feets It was really foggy That cold night At first I thought It was my imagination My mind playing tricks on me I should have listened to instinct When I heard the footsteps I knew It was no hallucination It was real Something or someone Was following me I quickened my footsteps Not wanting that thing to catch up with me I have had heard tales Of how evil roamed the night Preying on the weak Sucking their blood Doing unspeakable things I didn't want the same To happen to me But I was caught And pinned down to the earth Helpless No one to save me I didn't see my attacker It was fast The bite I could feel the pain The ache As ...

A night with the moon shimmering down on her skin of perfect porclain, the spherical pool of blue, the gleam of stars rippling above its icy surface like pearls of light, a mesmerizing call to its admirer. The lake, an allure in its state of glassy frozenness, yet enchanted by the love and hope in those eyes. The pine trees whispered in sympathy, awed by the longing in the heart of the girl by the lake. The rocks, paying homage to a such dogged credence, so strong, as strong as itself, standing guard to the regal mistress with an undaunted heart. A mistress who could stand the icy bite of the wind, a woman who was unperturbed by the spooky sounds of the night howlers and undisturbed by the thought of lurking evil. A mistress who sold her heart to a man whose heart had been stolen by the sea, and yet she waited, waited for her sailor, waited for her sailor whose merry heart had forgotten his mistress. For the upteenth time, she stared into that cold night, a cold night with a ...

The wind of affection The breeze of love We are two persons But one soul I am She And she's Me Droplets of water As the cloud cries Happy we are For we would dance in the rain again On a cold calm night Her hands to my shoulder and my hands To her waist As we danced in happiness The Argentine Tangle My lips came closer Aiming for A kiss As she smiled and ran I would get a kiss Only if she gets An ice cream On this cold night She took a penny From my pocket She crossed the road To the ice cream shop In excitation Waiting for my cold kiss As I watch her walk Towards me Bang! A lorry Just hit her Blood all over Her face .she died In my arms On a Cold night © Francisco Jr Francis

Some days in Winter. My body dances to beats strange to my feet. The whirl of the cold wind tormenting my  body in a painless torture, it's electrifying sensation catenating into cold flames. I don't burn but I feel my body on fire.   Oh, don't give me that look. It's normal and I'm fine Those nights, when darkness elude my soul of it's virtue. Making me crave for the sons of Adam. The thought of the damn consequences resonates comfort and  hope to my tormented soul, reminding me that I'm not a nymphomaniac . 😂 © Mgbada Chiemerie Favour