Eerie Glory

It is a face,

Reluctantly holding out

In the wake of the doom within.

Asking,

That the secret insight it guards

Be hunted

With fingers and lips and tongue.

Warning,

Of the doom

That comes with it.

Resisting this face

Is a hard feat.

Getting doomed

In its eerie glory,

Is easier.

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© Rasagya Kabra, February 18, 2012