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Walking by an old graveyard On a late Sunday afternoon I noticed a figure at guard Waiting for the peek of the full moon Dressed in a black robe Doing sort of prayer ritual His hand hanging like a lobe A rare type to my own visual I dared not to go near the figure As it looked busy praying Unable to control my eager Too keen to see, what it was doing As I moved closer to the bushes I heard voices chanting something A chill up my spine, I felt the pushes But on notice, there was nothing I read somewhere that chanting has power To see if it really worked I stayed to witness for another hour Than I became totally shocked ***** of fire floating away with each chant My vision widened to see what it wants A step nearer to the place of ritual I must admit am purely spiritual Black smoke rouse in the air Like thousand tongues, the voices grew Two robe figures sitting in a pair I was thrilled by the astonishing view Almost watching for nearly two hours I was scared as well as inquisitive Then came the heavy pouring showers Yet the floating flames were active I was unware as I was being watched Caring less they continued to pray They had a sweet tooth for carcass, washed Hungrily they grabbed in to prey Running home, as I caught up with my breath What I saw today was a crazy unbelievable **** Such rituals of what!! for people after death I rather change my route,                      before they show me their wrath... ©sim
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 6:10 AM UTC
Graveyard Rituals
Walking by an old graveyard On a late Sunday afternoon I noticed a figure at guard Waiting for the peek of the full moon Dressed in a black robe Doing sort of prayer ritual His hand hanging like a lobe A rare type to my own visual I dared not to go near the figure As it looked busy praying Unable to control my eager Too keen to see, what it was doing As I moved closer to the bushes I heard voices chanting something A chill up my spine, I felt the pushes But on notice, there was nothing I read somewhere that chanting has power To see if it really worked I stayed to witness for another hour Than I became totally shocked ***** of fire floating away with each chant My vision widened to see what it wants A step nearer to the place of ritual I must admit am purely spiritual Black smoke rouse in the air Like thousand tongues, the voices grew Two robe figures sitting in a pair I was thrilled by the astonishing view Almost watching for nearly two hours I was scared as well as inquisitive Then came the heavy pouring showers Yet the floating flames were active I was unware as I was being watched Caring less they continued to pray They had a sweet tooth for carcass, washed Hungrily they grabbed in to prey Running home, as I caught up with my breath What I saw today was a crazy unbelievable **** Such rituals of what!! for people after death I rather change my route,                      before they show me their wrath... ©sim
From my imaginative mind to yours :)
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Seema
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Seema
41/F/Fiji Islands
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 6:10 AM UTC
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