Haunted & Haunting

Let’s just call it a game of fate

you know curiosity has its own bait

few years ago, a vision would appear

when the day would begin to get dark

thinking it was just another prank

until it became a customary site

and I would go all too white

an appearance so eerie, hard to define

I wondered was it some folly of mine

for Its icy eyes followed wherever I went

prying how and where my time was spent

they said fear has a strange smell

with time my horror of it would dispel

I would casually wait for image to emerge

both haunting and hunted’s fears got merge

to all the Gothic tales it was just nothing

but a blot as haunted preyed on haunting.










23 thoughts

  1. Thanks a lot Shantanu, I am glad you are liking my poems, means a lot to me. I am truly humbled, very encouraging.

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