Fall

My perfect world
Eclipsed by night,
And sorrows I would not see.
No more divine in
Thought than might,
I find what I could never be.

It lingers painfully
And endearingly close,
For it is all I will ever find.
But it matters not-
The path I chose,
Is an illusion never to be mine.

By the prophet's hand,
The angels scribe,
For purpose eludes us all.
Reasons lost to man,
For demons to imbibe,
I succumb to will. I fall.

By,
Nikhil Menon