The voice was distant and distinct
Clear like a crystal.
Buzzed in the eardrums,
Skirl like a piper's tune.
The voice questioned me one day
It asked me to remain as clandestine as
A baroness with lies,
"You're a fiction, aren't you?"
The whispering lingered my ears for years.
The voice was profound,
And blue like the ocean.
It lingered in the oceanic whirl
"Oneday, a pirate may encounter in its sail",
Another voice retorted back !


- Prerana