The Witness of an Otherworldly Crime
The murkiness of the future sheds a dim light into the past
I have dreamed of this dream a thousand times,
They were all screaming " Let him be, for his soul is mine."
.....
In a vista of reality where truth is fiction,
And memory slips like butter on a hot pan with no friction,
I have stood witness to an otherworldly crime,
Where they all were screaming, "Let him be, for his soul is mine."
In a zone where time runs its course not unlike a river,
And vision plays tricks on your mind until you shiver,
That is where I was a witness to the otherworldly crime,
While they cried " Let him be, for his soul is mine."
A thinly veiled world lies within us, only separated by a higher entity,
Deep if you look for long, that veil may disappear, for all to see.
Too long have I delved beyond that veil, out of boundary lines,
Still I hear the cries in my mind" Let him be, for his soul is mine."
A stormy day it was, with a bleak sky and crying winds,
On a circle stood the man, surrounded by a blue creek.
Folks of a different ilk faced the ill-fated man out of time,
It was their voices that chanted " Let him be, for his soul is mine."
Long ago had I seen the fire and heard the scream,
As a nightmare that sticks with you through thick and thin,
But lately a horrifying realization engulfs my remaining wits,
Not to a dream was I a witness, but to a reality it sits.
That the screams that echoed, echoed through these very lands,
And I stood there, amid the fire, with two empty hands,
Crying, " Let him be, for his soul is mine"
That was the day I stood witness to an otherworldly crime,
About the Creator
Syed Arabi Khalique
I am a guy from Jersey who is trying to put down in words what nightmares afflict him, hoping that will somewhat sweeten the deadly ordeal.
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