Yet, again a dual duplicate
Edge of the night I arise
I flee the scene
It’s frigid and so chilly
I gasp with a puff and whiff of
a coral blooded breeze
My kitty on edge and alarmed
A feeling of mind-bending pastimes
Both portals wide & unsealed
These halls
Hold dreary & dismal riddles
Just waiting to be solved
Such a common carmine illusion
One spine chilling
Second time a state of art