I threw my hands up in horror
By an absurd appalling dream.
And peeping through the window
Was a perplexing light beam.
What a miraculous night it was.
The outside appeared as if any assault
Or some new phenomena of nature
But more annoying were the echoing words
“Come out, my dear creature.”
What a dubious night it was.
Fearless at a snail's pace I crawled out
And saw a silver light that looked odd
Heading towards me with the same sound pitch
Saying “don’t be afraid, my son, I’m god.”
What a spooky night it was.
"Either I am dreaming or you are kidding"
I said firmly and the light dazzled brighter.
"No my son, it's true. You destined life is over."
I started levitating midair feeling lighter.
What a non-Newtonian night it was.
-To be continued.....
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Silver Feathers
PoetryHow high will he fly, Before realising he has to fall.....? There is none to hear him cry, There is none for him to call.....!
