Dark nights.

During those restless hours, I indulge with thy resting Brain, Thee monster I see, Grim it's past and scaly it's figure, Flaccid in size grim in nature. It rips the moonlights existance, Scrambling the twilights blue to shambles, Witnessing upon this dreadful sight, I sprint up, Ran through the forest of tempests and gales, I take thy rest. Soul shaketh, I cry out to the divine above the clouds, Light yet not basks through the Darkling skies, Melancholic in disguise, It's Entwined skiesmay rot thou eyes, Thyself cries but yet it sways, The crimson waters cry out, And the wintery gales weaken thy soul, Stranded upon mists I beg for mercy. As it approaches to my filth body, A Crack of lights basks through showdy-rich skies The cold armed beast dwindles it's powerful fists, And diminish I see, Vibrance flourish upon thee atmosphere, The ripped seas, Rippled in love of their vibrance. Beauty falls upon, The tempests found they're cool and rests abide the mists, The moors flow upon they're sorrow dwindles and restores it's peace. Waking up from this dreadful sight, I triumph over the death of evil, But yet a question linger, Was it a vision or a mirage against my brain? I demand but yet no answer,filled my hunger.