The Red Night

What would you do when the red night comes to haunt you,

When all your torches are blind, and every corner you turn

Has a dagger pointing at you,

What would you do then?

There's no hiding from the darkness,

Which can hide everything from the light

You can run from your source, but beware,

You cannot escape your destination!

As the crimson haze surrounds and shadows play weird games,

When you're lost in the chaos, no light to guide the way,

Faint echoes of the past, whispers in the air,

Will they help you rise, or push you farther down?

Voices from the darkness, calling out your name,

As you wander aimlessly, searching for the flame.

But the red night's grip tightens, holding you near,

How will you cope with this endless maze of doubt and fear?

In the red night's embrace, your heart heavy with doubt,

Lost in the labyrinth, trying to find a way out.

Whispers of hope in the darkness you hear,

But will they lead you to freedom, or deepen your fear?

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

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