Inkling of calmness and serenity
With dark wrappings around me.
The pinnacle of gratuitous, sublime awe
Sanctuary of confessor from holy leader
Perfection of solitude.
In spite, a hasty sound triggers a fright.
A ticking or a rapping,
Harsh tongue of whispers,
Heard from veiled oblivions unknown.
Former inkling obliges unease,
Spiraling from tranquil brook to ghastly quagmire.
Staggering phantasies emerge deprived of delay
Flash of knife expected
Tightening of noose about glassy contours
A life extinguished,
Blotted from world of man.
Groping for substance of mitigation,
Eyes hunt through morphing obscurities
Where malevolent essence may dwell.
A moment of listening tenders gesture of adieu,
As if it be a meager exodus on outstretched boulevard.
No abstruse figure of malice,
Erect before or beside me,
Untouched I prevail as a suckling in mum's clinch.
Presence of inconceivable deviltry,
Reforming to be untruth by trickster lobes.
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