Have you ever wondered when you wake up after what seems like a long time, whether it’s a daybreak or twilight?
Times have never been so tough,
She feels herself getting lost.
She’s never seen a storm so rough
She runs in a feverish haste.
The sun is setting faster than ever,
Making way to darkness’s wrath
She runs by the sparkling lake,
She runs on the narrow footpath
She runs through the misty meadows
Staggering, she comes to a halt
Before her lies the grandeurs of yesteryear
Splendid, Indeed! Yet an abandoned habitat
“Come in!” the shadows whispers behind her neck
A rush of blood goes to her heart
The royal archway stands so tall,
She suddenly feels so small, so short
Suddenly the telephone behind the large oak doors
Rings; tring, tring, tring, tring, tring
The smokey fingers of an unseen force
Beacons her to come in, in, in!
She pushes through the doors that creaks
And makes her jump in her own skin
Goosebumps creep on her neck
A crimson blush on her cheeks and chin
Where’s the source of that incessant ringing,
When everything inside is in ruins?
“Can you not feel me dame?”,
The whispers asks her again
“Tring, tring, tring, tring, tring, tring, tring
Those are my signature rings
I am in search of some skin
Let me haunt all your dreams
Color no matter, brighter or darker
‘Weak will’ will be my marker
Tell no one, I’ll take someone
You’ll find out after they’re gone.”
“Who are you?” she screamed in dread,
Uncertain of what lies ahead
“Shhhh, do you want a name, blimey!
I’m a Phantom, Demon, Ghost – that’s me!”
She screams till her own ears can’t stand it,
And then some more till she falls in pain
Only to wake up with smarting eyes,
And a headache that’s fuzzing her brain
She sees the pink hue on the horizon,
Sees, the storm has cleared from skies
She feels herself heaving a sigh,
“Thank god for another sunrise.”
But little does she knows,
In Never land, there is no sunrise!
Nor does it sets, giving way to the night
Here, it’s always the eerie twilight