Two Men

A cold night that made every lane in fog, Every skin had the goosebumps that jog, Neither a tree nor a house is visible, Hence how is this night so invisibly impeccable ? Are they fake with my same age, Or am I swimming in the lake of mirage? Amidst the mist of darkness they stand, With their shadows and a will to begin a rant, Two shadows within three-dimensional flesh, This night looked like their crèche, The fabric of shadow is on their body, As they looked like anybody, One of them spoke about my constructive side, The other spoke about my destruction from any dispensable fight, Looks they know the sphere of my personal life, A life which is the nightmare for every parent's guide, Angels from heaven or the fallen, Their understanding was thick as molten, Prophets from the land of foresight, A moment for me that stood beyond hindsight.