When the orange sun descends beneath the horizon.
When the silvery stars approach.
I look up to my walls in a dark room.
Letting nobody in here encroach.
When the wolves howl their despair filled song.
When the owls open their broad knowing eyes.
That's the moment when the mistake I made, I realise.
When the Dark consumes me, shaping up a monster.
The Light is feeble in front of it.
The scaled feet of mine can't go on any longer.
I remember the friends we were, closely knit.
When the Dark finally lets go of my hand,
A sudden sadness takes over.
The Dark deeds I have performed,
Makes me wonder if I could stoop any lower.
When I open the copper knob to enter,
The cruel world of light.
My eyes begin to twitch and burn,
Because of the glow so bright.
I watch my monster hands withering away,
I look and there is no door, I realise i've been too late.
I look at all of my body which is wilting,
Which slowly disintegrates.
-Ujjwal
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