Night Is Aging Poem by Debashree Biswal

In this space, the night is of a bygone age
Flames encircle me, yet no warmth touches my skin
The icy depths within me usurp all homage
Tempered steel unswayed by the inferno of anger within

Betwixt the fiery temperament, I forget my hearth
Bathed in warmth, no demand for me to summon it ahead
Weighed down by tribulations, brought torment upon the Earth
Endeavoured to vanquish what was already dead

Dignity wrapped that I lost sight of the night's advancing years
Night embraced fervour but frost remained in deep core
Fading embers trailed behind me, amplifying my fears
Swept away by the day's onset, the night's former grandeur.