~O holy night~

Nestled on a Bed of Rock

Lies a Treasure trove of thoughts and emotions

Seeking Truth in unravelling the Constellations

and dodging bullets of voids.

Tracing the Swirls of nocturnal Darkness in a

Mysterious Ocean; of nothingness and everythingness that

soars to the Depths of Heavens.

Time stands still, to make way for the

Shooting Star that worms its way across;

And the occasional birds of Paradise

that rip through the midnight sky.

Miscellaneous man-made creatures, Commemorate

Living Souls separated,

by the Secrets of untold Fables.

Oh sweet Slumber sweet,

Keep me safe in thy chamber neat

Small is the difference

between the living dead and the dead alive.