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Jul 2017
One night I was walking in the woods
It was blistery, dark and cold
It was the night the whisper came
And this story must be told

At first I thought it was the wind
Blowing frantically over the trees
Then I heard a catlike meek voice
Flowing through the breeze

I felt warm breath around my neck
Then it crept up gently to my ear
The murmur I heard was serene and sweet
But it filled me up with precipitous fear

"My lamb," she crooned sleekly
It chilled and killed me to the bone
"Resign your mortal life and submit to me,
And you will never have to be alone."

I spun around to stare at the sight
Of who muttered these words to me?
But miles of trees and woodland finite
Were all that I could see

"Where are you?" I yelled in the dark
Then, "Who are you?" I insisted with a bark
At first there was a dreary, dead silence
Then this is what I heard she said like a tyrant

"I am your deepest desperate desires,
To your loved ones you won't reveal.
I am the truth, fair and sparkling purifier
I am the one who can make you really heal”

"You know nothing." I sneered at her.
How dare you say you can conjure up true?
You have no idea what is buried in my heart.
What is false and what is myth- with no clue."

Her irritable laughter was full of enticing contempt.
"I know that you fancy a fantastic gore
You are trapped in a life of exasperation and detest.
I can make your spirit melt and soar"

Invisible hands grabbed my wrists
I screeched with all my might.
"I'll have your soul." she whispered to me
Well but not without a fiendish fight

I ran like prancing mouse terrified by a gigantic cat
But she bolted me like a monster to the ground.
I could now feel her sedated kiss upon my lips.
I could not utter a word but grunted a muffled sound.

"That's it." she said with burst of soothing stupor
"Do not wrangle with what you can't win
Succumb to your ecstasy in your wildest dreams,
Then your life will be laden with love without chagrin

I could feel my sternest resolve fading
Temptation was making me feeble and weak
I was in a hideous shock, as I lay there heeding
To the words I strutted to speak

"Yes." I sighed remorselessly.
β€œMy libido has skyrocketed for what you can give.
For even though my life is tormented,
This is the life I so very crave to live."

"You're mine." she croaked with hysterical grin
"You have lost all those in your care."
When I realized what I had done
I bellowed thunderously in despair

I was still howling aloud when I was shook awake.
My deliverance it wasn't what it seemed
Then why were there spirits channeling in my gene,
If it was not just something I had dreamed
Then what could that be- Whispers not seen?
Horror/supernatural poem
Hasan Maruf
Written by
Hasan Maruf  28/M/Dhaka, Bangladesh
(28/M/Dhaka, Bangladesh)   
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