Phobia Báis

Had a nightmare last few days back, one of those haunting ones, i thought if i could heap some words out of it.

All the lonely days perished
In the search of majestic hue.
The darkness hath trapped beneath.
Personified by the enigma of closed doors.
Beyond which lie the redemption
And under which the faded light,
dissipates like an unreachable station.
Afraid to open it at the day break,
they peep through the tiny hole
of the eroded wooden chunk.
studded on the debris, the house lay.

Long long ago in the redwoods,
their anestors lay silenced and bloodless.
Who once fought the desert and the rain.
Braved the wind and the gruelling waves.
Their hirarchy passed to the land of darkness.
The land of the unknown, where no beast groan.
Their destiny rests on the holy drops,
Quarantined in the depth of hearts unknown.
That they would search for ages to come.
For which they fight the hand of almighty.
In preserving the hue, rest our dreams.
On top of which we rest our heels.
But a day they would reach the proximity
The day that mankind fears,
they would challenge the ETERNITY.