The Moonless Night

Ignorance 'What has't thee done, to this sacr'd landeth' Shouts a voice of reasoneth, alone.  Yet, th're lies nay response at handeth, Only blank nodding and a did shine Facade of und'rstanding, nothing honed, The stupidity of man lies in a vast flote, It keeps repeating, thee not seeth, Until we keepeth making the same mistakes, Thee dont learneth! Thee ruminate and then arguments art madeth, Then thee screameth thy und'rstanding, And silence oth'r with bett'r ideas did lay! Thou art beasts of ign'rance and wrath, Thee chooseth death ov'r consid'ration, And thou art supris'd about the future thee wrought!

Gems of Misfortune There lived an old woman. She always sat by her house’s windowsill and smiled as she saw the kids played outside. Ironically, old lady used to wear those dark glasses as she was blind. The glasses were as dark as a moonless night. She lived all by herself in her queer little house. It had a morose look. The house was dark and the trees around the house were all dried up, it didn’t have any flowers. The house was black in color due to all the dirt that had accumulated along the years. Most of the windows of the house were all covered up with wooden planks and the few that were not covered up looked like square openings It did not have any glass nor did it have any frame. No one knew that somebody was living there.. She was like a ghost in the society. People could not believe that a person could survive in such a hostile environment. The children in the neighborhood started to cook up stories about goblins and vampires living in that house.   ...