Poetry on the run.

...and so in the warmth of the ciggarettes glow..
the scotch shall dance while the ladies flow
the man from the land of sun and sand...
heard the piper's music so grand.

and suddenly the lochness monster looms from behind
a silent silhouette in the mist and fog..
dark and damp, it lives in the bog
unaware from where u stand on the cliff..
u feel the chills that make ur heart go stiff
u turn around...staring into the gloom...
what a fright mite..its the day of ur doom

while the seagulls continue to shriek in the strange silence
the mind battles the thought
for many a wars been fought
i suddenly know i wish for nought
but the silence to stop
but the silence to stop

PS: praise and brickbats shared by me and vasanth who made up these lines while chatting on windows messenger..yea that what we do!! : -)