Vile Time

Is time wicked or it senses the fickleness in the air

Of fictitious reality intercepting the unrighteous thoughts

Muses aren’t amused by the stories that follow

None can reign the winds spawned by evil forces

Lies travel with immoral intent across the dark territories

Awakened by the sinister chants from deep caverns

Conspires with the rogue time of some malefic age

A cold breath of unusual winter palpitate the summer

Vexed eyes and fearful heart seeks an immediate shelter

From the ominous time that will erase trust with fickleness

In it? Or pushed into that zealot time of ultimate chaos

~Amitav

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