Dark Alley of Life

Demons of darkness traverse freely on the dark alleys of life ,

Fiends of depression also stealthily stroll fearlessly on those dark alleys of life,

To drop and drown the inept spirits,

To gulp and swallow the vitals of the weak and waning souls.

But all isn't lost since in the distant there is the holy moon,

To brighten and to bless,

To lighten and to lead the battered souls, through the dark alleys of the life.

Alas! No one can sense the pain that is borne by the solitary moon night after night,

While it holds with delicate invisible flimsy fingers the perturbed souls and makes them greet the bright sunny days. 

And  sulks back till the next night to be the hidden aid again,

The process of illuminating the dark alleys of the life adds new scars on the bright smooth surface of the moon.

 The Moon is of course, oblivious to the fact that if night has clouds or there is an eclipse,

The soul gets shattered and prays for its dearest moon 

And tries to spy through the veil of heavenly rain and waits for eclipse  to ebb in wake of holding the moon in order to again cross the dark alleys  of life where always lurk the ghastly demons of darkness and gruesome fiends of depression.