Phantom of Darkness

Its time has come . . .

Under the cover of the night

It breathes into her to ignite
Its desiring lust for her being
Finally itching into her to unite

A malignant tumour in her brain

Suffusing into her like poisonous rain
Entombed in the ruins of her deeds
Her soul marred with a noxious stain

Her memories it begins to unwind

Leaving her in an undying bind

Marauding all of her senses
Now a hostage in her own mind

Her thoughts it evilly strangles

Into its clasp she painfully entangles
Losing her already waning belief
Sneering, her faith it cruelly dangles
With its words it’s now taunting
How her fate’s becoming daunting
She, sucked in by mere temptations
Into a life so hollowly haunting

It came to her with a warning

Leached into her adorning
Her soul with its pure venom
For her life she’s now mourning

Her destruction she feels is chilling

As she grasps she was willing
To let the invisible stranger in
And her soul it is now killing

Inept, she begins her sobbing

A dullness in her head throbbing

Invading her with all its might
Her last grip on hope it is robbing

She now simmers in gloom

Sensing her impending doom

She implores for another chance
As her body becomes its tomb

It snarls at her pleas

As she falls to her knees
 ‘Too late my pretty one
Be silent! And hear me please’

So it says to her:

‘You lived a life of pretensions

Your heart black with intentions
Thinking you were invincible
“For there’s time for redemptions”

You took your life for granted

False talks about others you planted
You considered yourself blameless
All the while,
Cancerous words you chanted

You spewed words so sour

Behind your veneer you were dour

Ha-ha! You now beg for your soul?
As you’re reaching your final hour?

You were sent many a sign

Instead, you chose to malign

And defame others to fill a void
You’re anything but benign

I admit, you made it easy for me

To abduct you so effortlessly
 Many a times you could’ve fled
Now, you’re a deserved detainee

My Dear, how can you dare?

Beseech with a pleading stare
For me to show you mercy
Of my whispers you were aware

Your reality is now a curse

Days ahead . . . Will be worse!
Don’t you fret you have me!
Your wounds I’ll eagerly nurse’

Upon hearing it speak

She couldn’t help but shriek

She was its true incarnate
And now her soul begins to reek

And so it goes . . .

Another soul it has claimed

Because her life was untamed

With only herself to blame
Her soul irrevocably maimed

Sunday, 2nd September 2012