Abyss of the grand night!

Roaring night it was,very intense!
The grave's depth of darkness
And the grandeur of fear canopied.
Roaring wind,so loud the psithurism,
Taking the night's silence a leverage to be.
Never before have I felt this depth,
Like the quiet mind swirled into the abyss,
Abyss! of the grand night;
Not because there were no such nights before
But because my mind was not this sublime
From your thoughts!
They evaporate as each day proceeds
To terminate with the dark,
Your thoughts,your stay in self.

So much beauty silence adds on to the tranquil nights
And the dark's roaring wind,the rustle,the rasp,
The howling cry of the wolves.
When darkness turned invincible,
Came up the moon in the late darkness
Like it harked to the craving howl of the wolves,
It arouse to quench their thirsty souls.
It arouse to dowse the fire of love in their hearts!

The moon flowers,the midnight flowers,
Angel's trumpet and the Four O' clocks
Everything bloomed like it was the crepuscular
Competing with the moon to encroach
The rights of being beautiful!

It all slept to the lullaby nature sang
Except self,in the fear of losing this night
Cuz each day terminates as a fearful night
And that  more fearful is to even lose those
Memories,mind has forever written.

YMS.