The wind from whistling woods whispers words
That sound so familiar
The sparkling sun utters a spell to conjure
A ray of hope glistening; from thin air.
The somber sky with stars coruscate a dream
Thousand thoughts though nebulous,
Featuring faces full of fear from a faraway stream.
Carcasses covering the lamp of life..
A crinkle in the farragoed odyssey kindles a new dawn,
A beam crawling through the crevices of dark dungeons.
Amidst ocean of adversities a heart stands alone;
A skirmish against the marquess waged for life...
Time has never been so treacherous before;
Men mingled in memory mesmerize me today.
A spirit prophecies the pioneer of a lore
To be heard, to be told, to be there to stay..
Dark shadows of future
Secrets to be unveiled
Hope there be a rupture
In the foghorn of the periled...
The shadows instigate intentions encore...
Life has never been like this before....................