Dark Robe


Imitation of your world
is now at stake.
Is it that same world
which we imitate?
This curly question
breaking my nerves
into pieces.
In the night sky
something appears
darker yet bewitching
Silhouette.
The drapes of its robe
are not same
with the darkness of
Its face.
Disappears.
whispering into my
ears, something in old Armaic.
I know not anything,
how to decipher.
But still can sense
circumspection,
As it was chilling my nerves, my spine.

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