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!!!
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