SpeLLbOuNd....~

There lives a witch,

Who goes by so pretty.

Her head burns like fire,

Her eyes are so witty!

She walks by the meadow;

in the bright morning sky

Up on her broomstick,

In the moonlight she flies!

At midnight she croons..

There is a turmoil within.

She lusts for thy soul;

Her eyes full of sin..

As the night reaches dawn,

They've seen her they say.

She lives by the pine trees

In the woods far away.

The woods have a charm..

With her chantings they resound!

A look into her eyes..

Leaves you SPELLBOUND..! ~~

~ pReTeNcE ~

The brightness of the day has blinded you..

For so long you have cherished thy memories...

~ the days when you had basked in thy sunshine.. ~

But do you not realise, that it is dusk now..

And soon your soul shall be engulfed by the eternal darkness..

The darkness in which you have dwelled for so long..

The darkness, where you truly belong...

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Yes, it is me again..

I was here, when you had left..seeking thy warmth..

And I would still be here..

to see you fall..

because I am real...I am eternal..

I am..what you have...

Not what you wanted..

Because i am not a figment of your perceptions.. ~

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I CAN pretend to be...wat you want me to be..

But he will not be..quite like me ~
I am..but the darkness of the silent night..

Cold and calm..

So far...beyond your sight..~

○• ~ Rahul ~ •○