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I flew on the back of a night so deep Striving for the peace sought in my sleep A girdle of flame enveloped my flight Branding souls, with irons hot in my sleep Alone and outnumbered,the foe unseen He was within, with evil fraught in my sleep Blistering in a furnace,the door mocking stood Torturing a mind that the devil fought in my sleep The downward spiral was unending, bottomless Weightlessly crushing hope to nought in my sleep There is no way out, only one through The Victory of death, so dearly bought in my sleep
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
The Burning Night
I flew on the back of a night so deep Striving for the peace sought in my sleep A girdle of flame enveloped my flight Branding souls, with irons hot in my sleep Alone and outnumbered,the foe unseen He was within, with evil fraught in my sleep Blistering in a furnace,the door mocking stood Torturing a mind that the devil fought in my sleep The downward spiral was unending, bottomless Weightlessly crushing hope to nought in my sleep There is no way out, only one through The Victory of death, so dearly bought in my sleep
Written in the English Ghazal style.
Karkhanis
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
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