11PM, so
dark and gloomy
I was afraid
to cross the hill
That leads
to the way home
It was a
thunderous night
That scared
me to the feet.
Convincing
my mind that I was the night’s hero
I sloped the
hill,
Cho cha
aye!!!!
Holding on
to my hero-tale, I continued my journey through
Suddenly, a
huge dark figure appeared thirty degree on my left
Cho cha
aye!!!
Continued
the rhythm,
Overwhelmed
by fear, I could proceed no more
A cold
shiver of fear ran over my vein when I asked the “hey, what are you” to the
unknown dancer.
“The mad mud
dancer of the chakra rhythm who evokes the spirit of the dead for the great
witches and magicians, I’m a phantom”
He told me
not to meddle with his affairs
On
remembering “…who evokes the spirit of the dead…”
Made me
scatter up the hill on a terrible speed
My heart
beating faster,
My nerves
exhausted
My body
trembling – I was wide awake on my bed.
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