A GLOOM.
There I stood quiet.
Addled between wrong or right.
Was it a shadow of a beast more violent than a tiger,
Or was it a man who is worst than a beast.
I stood still, nothing was visible,
Except, that gloomy creature in the gloomy glen.
The moonlit was a betrayal for the phase,hidden within the clouds,above the Ben.
Neither a step could be taken nor I can stand.
The only worst can be done was to breath as slow as I can.
And feel the heavy breath of that hefty unknown beast.
I neither had a torch and surving nor did I had a cell phone to gather a beam of hope.
I just have to cope.
Approached the further steps with a tipe toe moves.
A silent move which none...