Gallow firmaments obscures the light,
The crimson horizon nestles afar the panorama,
The tawny meadows sway to and fro,
The sully winds whistles an impertinent tune.
The dusk imminent surly like an eerie canvass;
Mundane tin houses disdain the faculty
Toddlers with pauper smudged brows jovially
Prance the quagmire streets devoid off strife,
The day slowly fading with shattered hopes
And harbours,sought dreams unrelenting.
A ball of bile churns in my gutter in reminiscence
Of Pyrrhic victories a knotch-down from a victor`s-victory,
Brazen splendours marred by tainted overreaches
The convivial,effervescent spirit still obstinate
Midst the irksome impediments colluding it.
