GLIMPSE

          GLIMPSE
Dark shadows
Craving from the graves
Are lit by the shining light
From the fully-charged spotlight

On the account,
Trees shade
and the torches fade

Those horrifying men
Try to whirling my tension

Years of experience 
and our conscious telegnostic
We learnt a lesson
but that power,
We just couldn't control

That undefined narration
With a picture unseen 
Ugly faces,
Protruding bellies
and thin nails 
but no sound;
All mouths bleeding'

Will I be a coward,
an arrant fool,
When I run
From the death trap
and obsessed omen?