Aura

Aura

There's an aura through the darkness,
A mystery in the atmosphere.
That's always been there,
The veil of the mist is thick and pale.

I've heard of tall tales,
But this is far more intense.
I sense something wicked arising,
Though the dark tension fills the air.

Can't quite nail the cause,
The veil seems offensive.
Leaving trails of anguish,
In the depths of despair.

Seems like everyone's coherent,
Of the truth running free.
Feeling the chills running down my spine,
They're lucid of the evil.

The aura's immortality is so strong,
Immoral are the thorn dwellers.
That have the whole world chained,
Cause the evildoers are sinners.

As the evil appearance is revealed,
Having the power to inflict harm.
No one is secure of its grasp,
Safety doesn't exist anymore.

In this world full of pain,
There's so much harm to gain.
Though the effect of ones karma,
Could reveal our destiny in time.

By: Mony