Bogs made up of sludge do not reflect but absorbs light hungrily
A strange wetland mired in controversies and mysterious appearances
Feet being dragged under by some sinister force; strange behaviour for shallowness
Heart sinks, fearing the behaviour of a land that has been deluged with negativity
Stinks for sure, but the senses are overpowered by a strange smell
Land oozes threatening behaviour while walking across uncertainties
Darkened sky opens wider to fill the cauldron with ominous desires
~Amitav
