Starlight

So here's this poem, the first two lines of which I'd written back in February, didn't know how to continue the poem, so left it there. But 3 days back i started writing again, n I finished it day before yesterday :)

So here it is-

17th Feb '10

When the soft beam of the moon
disappears behind dark clouds

and the shrill cry of the jackal                                                                                                     20/09/10

pierces the silent night
that's when he comes out
slipping in & out of the shadows                                                                                                 21/09/10
gliding like he's on ice
his whispers lost in the wind

Not knowing his destination
unaware of the start
working in the dark/dead of the night
covering up god knows what past

the leaves on the trees rustle
as he passes by
the water in the brook tinkles
as he steps over to the other side

black figures follow him
they have yellow eyes
little dragonflies hover around
scuttering about are mice

there's something in his arms
something that he's hiding
he's kept it close to his heart see,
wonder what's on it riding?

he's moving much faster now,
you can only catch a glimpse
through the trees
tearing through the shrubs,
stepping over fallen leaves

crackling through the woods
stumbling over roots
what's his hurry?
you muse

he's approaching a moonlit glen
earth strewn about
freshly dug grave
oh! the moon's blocked by a cloud

now you can hear him
puffing from the strenuous task
digging up dirt
he's finished at last

but just as you're about to find out
the real mystery
you step on a twig, it breaks
and he turns to see you through the trees

you're running for your life now
he's got a spade in his hands
but somehow you find yourself in the glen and-

you feel yourself tripping
over a loose root
you see the world turning
head over feet
you feel suffocated
you taste the earth
you see darkness surrounding you

            - Natasha :)

            21/09/10