she hovers above the thick folds of the dark groovy clouds
Unseeing to the eyes of the faithless men
Taints every dark ominous though
Lures the fearless to their broken selves
She hangs around the shapes ,the hollows of the tapestries
Crouched low being every dark alley
Shadows trail her steps
She slithers down into the broken tents
Horror seeps within a gathering as someone dares to summon her name
Gasps clutter around the room like broken pencil leads
She waits every year
Hoping to cross out yet another names of those who have wronged her
Eradicating the syllables of those who eagerly call upon her
He who has ever glimpsed her face
Has never been sworn to witness another day
Creatures of wild are also tormented by her glare
She is a horror ,disguised within the name of another girl who fears
She is lethal
She is threatening
She is blissful
Oh !
She's enchanting