THE STRANGE ROCKY HILL

There was a rocky hill where I thought could rest myself, But when I sat there; saw people as small as elves, The sky was dark over there, All that the self knew was- the place where I sat wasn't fair. But my tired feet still forced me , The bats flew above my head with an attitude of fully being free, The trees nearby shook its leaves and turned gray and dried, And I felt like being on a pan to get fried. I could hear a lady's weep, And could also see a blood-covered sheep, Must be a sheep for sacrifice, All I knew was my palms were getting colder than a cube of ice! Suddenly my breath too stopped, But I was still alive, And felt I did not need to breathe anymore, And also that the whole world was a cruel battledore! - THE STRANGE ROCKY HILL WHICH WAS TOO SCARY TO SIT AND TAKE REST FOR SOMETIME, AFTER A LONG AND TIRING WALK IN A DENSE-FOREST!!!