Ghostlings

-Dibyoraj Dutta

Pic for Representation purpose

As the grey mountains

Devours the sun

And the silver moon

Smiles a silvery smile,

A silhoutte rises in the silver woods

And silver gloom surrounds the mile.

Darker then the darkest night,

Sabers for teeth,

For nails - daggers white!

Draped in drab cloaks-

All grey, pale, dull,

And crowns made of claws of a kite.

They dance among the dreary meadows

By the stony river-side,

Where stands the dark graves

Of the deceased silver-knights.

A maiden fair -

Passes by the woods,

The smell of her blonde locks -

Lingering in the air;

Reaches the noseless noses of the ghostlings

As they gather to pounce on her...