The silent observer

The pathos rung a call deep and mired
A motion imperceptible slowly stirred
In that night, dark avid, silence quivered
Into the den of voice softly it whispered

At obscure measure the gong of time rang
Trembled from life a intimate shrill pang
A sharp thought on the marge of evolution
Slowly spreading an endorphin collusion

A strange strength wrapped its essence stoic
An inscrutable void caressed the soul mystic
Sculpted in strength a mighty sole solace
A vivid semblance of a reassuring pale grace

Leaning on a unknown transcendental flight
It lets wander its demagogic Gregorian sight
The colossal confusion of the rules of chance
Fate mocked around with its comrade’s dance

In the deafening collision of the matter qualms
Sighs of the lost battle spread its wounded palms
To carry the emission of the spectacular spark
Buttressed its soul on the pathos dire mark

Unparalleled it permeated an intense atmosphere
Having paid its homage at feelings lithosphere
Slithered from the webs of a scintillating dew
Sculpted out the life of an immortal hue

In a neutral veneer it lent force to strife
To the mystic twilight it lent the charm of life
A magnificent mirage it created in the lust
And to sand dunes of resolve lent the dust

As resplendent character in some stoic profusion
It stepped back to buttress the core of confusion
To persuade hallucination renounce its privilege
And wake up from its slumber in an aeonic village

Life beat a throb incessant and incorrigible
With a supernal stillness it pulsed tangible
Decorum calm adorned the mellowed wreath
The spirit had cast its benevolent breath.

Gently waved the life on a celestial rock
Rocking consciousness an unknown hammock
The deep arch of a sheer precipice
It plunged in the liquid marble abyss

The Emperor made his way to the golden throne
Waded back the fleece feathered drone
The plasma reverberated a natural radiance
Cold beat the shimmering ambience

In a stark explosion of a galactic phenomenon
Hurried the footsteps of vague reunion
Jingled the archaic voice brute
As chance searched vainly for its root

As time strode nudging the prism
The anklets cast a nimble rhythm
The deep rumble paused the stemming tide
A staunch pitch of a bereft era’s pride

An unperturbed peace was its unmoved canvass
Gentle forces veneered the coaxed pause
In multitudes of stark straits it plundered the hue
To slowly cure the curse of a prejudiced rue

The blue moon shuddered at a gruesome budge
Sighing at the gentle subliminal tender nudge
Stalled at the fake notions of a bizarre ghoul
The trembling dacoits robbed emotion’s soul

In that imperceptible silence hushed credence
With a dreadful awe it displayed an omnipresence
Oscillating back and forth on the threshold of reason
Its brooding thoughts smiled at the fleecy treason

With an enormous clasp it squeezed a wedge
As some solitary pang trembling at the edge
A silent melody from a mystic float
Melted itself into a rapturous note

In a delicate castle made at thoughts abacus
It basked in the sunshine of a faint nimbus
Only itself it had to confide in
The solitary muse pondered over sin

The heart beat in a dull monotony
As voice disappeared in gurgling loony
The undulated surface purged its cynicism
And peered over a reflected monism

In that deep state a quaint chaos giggled
A faint laughter of mischievous origin sniggled
The soft chorus vainly strung a notion
And mesmerized senses chanted a sermon

From a distance it observed the beaten track
The dripping truth from its travestied rack
The carcasses of false promises tried to pry
And heard weeping will power’s soft sigh

An abstruse language in profuse ferment
The words gently floated the mystic scent
A lone voice darted a shrill in deep litany
Till deep down played the drums of destiny

The clouds exercised their unique kingdom
A staked unimaginable enormity of freedom
That spun out forms unlimited to fathom
And danced on an unclaimed cozy bosom

Marooned on an island with limitless coast
The sole arbiter for actions of a virtual ghost
It played its tune to its own rhythm
Gently turning waves of the sea’s album

A perennial perfume to buttress an oxymoron
It set adrift the void of a fancy icon
A chivalrous leader on a voyage bedevil
It carried no anchor to cast its vigil

With dexterous ease it guided the throes
It cut the travail amidst sobs and woes
In a mantel deep it cast the momentum
In vain din tired to pore down a cataclysm

A probable punctual were its distinct puncture
A jettisoned marble with chaos for structure
A green emerald with no depth to measure
A silent vacillation of an all knowing composure

Meticulous accuracy stalked a capricious evil
With a bolted chest it quivered when in peril
A troubled dogma with a sadistic arrow
There ruled in Rome an Egyptian pharaoh

Slowly traversed time the pagoda of evolution
And pygmoid attempts rested under convolution
The courageous few making quick brisk strides
Lurking behind the warriors with evil pride

In timorous caves the shadows darkened a core
And dark red fluid sprawled on a baked floor
In marvelous subtlety it maneuvered the flakes
And recochetted grief to balance sigh’s lakes

The hushed note of a tune muffled
Still managed to find a spark ruffled
The murmuring rivulet caressed its guile
As the puissance spread its venerable smile

An imperceptible shrug almost an aberration
Like a trifled moment bereft of motion
It paused, as if to question an incredible agility
Then went back to its roost of fragility

Stealthily spread the puissance sense
Wide opened the jaws of a cataleptic fence
The docile mist slightly swayed the tree
And eons of sense grudged its right to be

With a stoic breath it resumed its mirth
An ancient sage with prehistoric birth
With a benign veneer, mellowed and prophetic
The seraphic smile lit the mystic rhetoric

Of an obscure base and a time weird
It drew its cult of freedom revered
Stung from the precipice grandiose and sublime
It swayed on the way of a esteemed chime

Crafted in sense of vibrating consciousness
And cast it time like ethereal vagueness
Form took its short serried steps in sand
As delusion reached to hold its hand

The little life of time gonged in apprehension
It carefully caressed its mask of illusion
Placed on a platter an inane concept
The muse set him adrift in an ocean of percept

A white saga of action and emotion
A planned retribution wrapped in commotion
On a slender motion of a feeling in remorse
Reeked the claws of a once bereft force

A planned will dissolute and transparent
Abstruse and cunning it wafted the apparent
In colossal glory it hung its query of shame
An abrupt reason into a myth to blame

Of resplendent hue now the birds chattered
Their feather of nescience now they spattered
In a sole company of an unknown groom
It lay down to sleep in the kingdom of doom