Another Fluff Bomb... To Silently Pray that My Beanie Brother Rolls off his Couch and Lands on the Floor due to Pure Fluff Bomb Attack. I've Gone Silent, So I might as well say Something Before the Crowd.
A night so quiet and I, Lying on the bed after my dine. As slowly I closed my eyes I found myself on the dead land of darkness, where trees are Lifeless though loaded with fruits Of poisonous juice that nurtures death, and not the beautiful lie "Life", where branches of hemlock weaves out death traps. And above was a starless sky With dusky clouds that rains Blood to fill the "River of Red", And frozen black rays of sun, Drenches the Coal grounds. Where the Flowers blooms After the skully butterflies Sprinkles toxic powders. Was it an illusion or reality? I was unknown. Though as the clock stroked 3 'O Clock, I realised it was a nightmare of mine.
Lines Incorporated are- Branches of Hemlock weaving out death traps. Frozen black rays of sun drenching the coal grounds. Skully Butterflies sprinkling toxic powders.
Sorry Brother Ash @thesparklingpoetry for late submission. I heartily apologise for that Though it may not be upto your expectation but I tried as I was totally busy these days but today somehow I managed it. Hope you may like it..