Shahista swellam Poems

Creeping through the shadows,
embracing the darkness of the night.
No saint in his soul.No intimacy in his bite.
Searching through the gloom
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Through the darkness I moved,  
sensing emptiness embodied in vague gloom
Nothing is what it seems or near to what is true,  
All is but a shattered memory of what i used to be.
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As black imbued black, so was rendered the pitch of darkness
That befogged this godforsaken yard of graves -
And too the dank, ‘til now forgotten chapel that
Did little to grace these forlorn grounds.
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What's before the 20th of November,
is nothing but sweet memories to remember.
But after it passed by,
all the happy times had to die.
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I once got obsessed about a an awesome male vampire,                     
That  would have put any girl on great deep fire.
He had silky black hair, that was soft like feathers,
With dark, but changing, eyes that was full of treasures
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I wonder alone, but not lonely, in a dark silent night 
Trying to control a devastating huger that I cannot fight
I look up and see the moon full and shining bright
Covering the doomed Earth with its sparkling silvery light
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