I am afraid
On my dream's premise, fate done a raid
Whatever little hope I theft from darkness
All gone, now I've nothing to harness

The raid was done in early morning
Oh I was so cheerful, it was done without warning
If I would've had even a little idea of this
I could've hidden them in a mind lock...but this chance I miss

Now this fear is crawling over this heart
Searching for if anything been left apart
It found the pierced pieces of hopes
darkness all around, to any cheerfulness it says 'nope'

Still again in a small corner
There lies a wounded courage all loner
It's hidden from fate's agent
It'll again rise against the fate....it's a regent

The hunters will be hunted soon
The regent though wounded is not in swoon
It was born to rule it's destiny
Once the shakles arranged...the army will rise...than will be fate's scrutiny
© Ritu