The Askance Chapter 1 Part 4

Courage Beyond the still of the night The unsettling air remains a breath of calm From eyes enclose, welcoming the blinded sight What more be life shall offer to come? Time always travel unseen Days simply vanishes away Voices chanting, did I remember my illusive dream? Or is my life a weightless feather, ready to sway? No visions to visualize still Dreams engifted perhaps, bears certain to be forgotten Though much too close, much too surreal I shall believe not to the extent to fathom And I awaited for the night to pass The deepest of isolation I can only surrender to Out of love, out of loneliness I’m to outcast This moment to miss her and to remain still a fool Studying the figure in the mirror I’m no doubt torn with an unfounded courage I lack Should I be in riddance of this endeavor? Must one recover and practice no longer the false pretentious act Unnaturally, silence seems to whisper about The room is more sinister and darker even There is a soft chanting yet becomingly loud And fear is all, accompanying this moment’s instant {Blackness paints what once was before I could see nothing yet blinded not to all Those hungry eyes, bloodshot and dancing playfully Them who chant the verses, strange but beautifully They were the voices of children who sang among Till almost deathening when came was then a complete calm It was a mere moment, yet a moment was enough Green and haunting, a pair of poison iris onto me he cast And he spoke his voice I can only vividly remember It was the voice from my dream that had kept me in bewilderment wonder Just before I might strain to see the mystery beyond The enigmatic encounter simply chooses to diminish along} With the blacken fog cleared I stand once more within my room Entranced and crucified by fear Am I ever to obtain tranquility all too soon? It can only feel too evil It wasn’t how tranquility can venture deep Was it a calling perhaps from a befallen angel? An angel to only the devil might seek Disturbing and much too unbecoming When struck me further was that the language I understand Not only was it not just simply a dream For what it said from its tongue, I knew what it meant “Fear is a fire… to temper courage and resolve Be it desire to quench the thirst for one’s unfounded lost” ………………………………………….