The thick darkness calls at me,
But what league do we have in common?
The heightened atmosphere beckons to me,
But my interest; moistured and forlorn.

The singing toads and howling crickets,
The berries and almonds speaking in tongues.
The bewitching owl got me in her thicket,
Now choked in the pleasantries of her throngs.

Grotesque shape salutes the nooks and crannies.
Now a scotting lizard later a stooping hunter.
My fear levitated from venus to other axis,
Before the ray of my lover glitters.

More fear,dreads did darkness lent me.
Till the longing lover defeated me.
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