Once Upon A Witching Hour Poem by Yash Nundlal

Dusk, until dawn
The intimacy of a broken book
The serenity of a wooden pedestal
And the calm of the moon staring at me

Dragons, fairies and the horror of next door
The sudden blade, stained by red
Intense pain created by regret
And the calm of a stars still shines

Love fills the air
Revenge brews in a cauldron of despair
Jealousy, an unknown truth
But the calm of the breeze still renders me untouched

Cover to cover, page to page
Their title talks to me
The grotesque anatomy of leather
Against the calm of the night