Shadows aren’t soft today and more restless than the prancing winds
There’s some strange aroma; some ancient magical spell could have escaped from the cracked phial
Walk carefully, the steps seem wobbly and strewn glass can inflict deep pain
Contradicting their nature, the voices sound heavier; some confusion and dizziness
The air feels stifling and penetrates the being with an unusual message
Could it be the influence of Mephistopheles and his whisperings of esoteric messages?
Even the lights are dreary; away from the routine vibrant nature, it sings sorrowfully
Whoever the curious being was, playing with the deeply buried phial is proving to be sinister
Now, any crack that appears will be filled with the poison disguised in aromatic immorality
~Amitav
Wow… Just sublime beauty of stringed words… Man, you are fab
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Thank you so much, Shalini.
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