The Demon of Gloss

As I enter the vicinity

I look for my place

To settle down and gasp a breath

Lost in thoughts, gazing in the empty space

I chalk my battle plan to shoot down the conspiracies of the evil lot

Just then I watch a beam of blinding colors approaching my cozy spot

I wonder

And I wonder

If it’s the ghost from the nightmare of my last night

Or is it just a horrific sight

I muster the courage to look carefully

And scrutinize the vision that scares me

As I try to focus on what appears to be a sculptor carved of daub

The bleedin’ glossy red hauls my innocent eyeballs

And just when I am trying to contain my fright of this demonic sight   

I am addressed with glinty and foxy smile

And that’s when my brains jostle me with the sense of familiarity

And I realize that it’s you

The horror of my life

With that hard-to-believe-in smile. 


To Know how it all started (prequel) view the following link:
http://chaigaramchai.blogspot.in/2012/03/demon-of-loss.html

And to know what happens to the demon (sequel) view the following link: http://inajiffybuzz.blogspot.in/2012/03/demon-unembosssed.html