When the Luna is obscured by an umbrage and kindles dread It is the bleakness of the aeon that unfurls unfathomable dread. The peak hours, when paranormal manoeuvre outbreaks Anecdotes of eerie faces with ghastly intentions spread dread. The time, when inhuman spirits domineer the forlons The time, when bizarre footsteps intensify the dread. The time, when the deserted lanes astray the bystanders The time, when heart wrenching screams augment dread. The time, when crimson drips from vents and fissures The time, when shadowy cackling figures enhance the dread. Onyx, deeply layered; how miraculous mein it bears Recommended by exorcists to somehow alleviate the dread. The blackishly white gem bestowed with seraphic virtues Drain the pessimism from the aura reducing the dread. What's link between Onyx and concealing night, Stella ? Strongly opposite facets they are which hegemonize the dread. A Ghazal on A Black Onyx Hello lovers of nights 🙋 We are overwhelmed by the love and passion you showered for our loveable nights and we know that you have been eagerly awaiting the second task too. 🤓 🥳🥳🥳 🤓
