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Phantom

Mist Snippet 2

I saw you standing on the crown of The hill.
Crows were circling above the crown
Like guardians of the sky : black &
Grey, reminding me of the phantom
Haunting the sea that permeates
Beneath the eyebrows of crown.
Your eyes were shrouded with a fog
Looking like that of ice & smoke
Mixed together, the most beautiful
Wild - glacier grey eyes that I had ever
Seen in my 20 years of existing.

Your eyes were looking up to the sky
As though you were summoning an
Angel to walk with you to your Mission ;
Mission whose snippets crowded
My mind like shards of sharp glass.
I looked around, there was no-one
But us around the painting that was
In the midst’ of being done,
Though you had no idea that I was There behind the curtains watching
Your every move with my binoculars,
After all you were the apple of my eye.
An apple soaked up by poisonous
Waters.
I'd risk having an apple like Snow-White, if it meant having you.
For you were the arrow to my bullseye, my mission.
Hush,
Two can play these games of webs by
Being phantoms in shadows.

I looked around the stage once more To check if there were any shadows
Lurking.
None.
I made my way towards you with the
Katana in my hands & the Grey sky Illuminating my back like a lamp.
My mind was clear as ice, having you,
The leader of X-
Was important to me but my heart
Was begging me to not hurt you like
A naïve - Cupid struck woman.
Mistakes can't be made again, this
Duty will make you a damsel of
Death one day, don't do this, it
Screamed stopping my train in tracks.
You'll die saving yourself and the
Nation one day. Death will trap it's
Hands around you one day, my heart
Said.
There's no time to die, I replied back
And cleared my mind once again and
Made my way towards him.
It was getting hard to ignore that
Gnawing in my body but love won't
Take me anywhere.
Love is a curse and I want to leave its
Phantoms behind.

As though he knew I was coming for him,
He opened his eyes and looked Straight in my direction, his eyes cold & grey like knives.
His eyebrows were not knitted like
Ropes, as I had expected them to be.
Instead they were calm as sea; an ever
Black of pacifying waves.
His face, his angel soft face though it Was not soft but tough like granite
Was tired, his cherry red lips were
Balmed yet appeared crack.
Was it an illusion? There was no time
For analysis.
“Finally you came, I was waiting for you.
I know you did your research on me,
I did mine too. Found nothing Professionally except secrets that Could shatter that stainless picture
That you carry of yourself”. 
“Remember, lights going off?”
My mind immediately went back to
The cello practice, my day 1 in the
Academy where my eyes met his and
Connected like far away seas. Those
Glances, analysis, whispers, of course
I remembered it.
Going to my new room, starting Practise and lights going off
"What about that?", I asked.
He was trying to intimidate me, trying
To trap me in a mousetrap but I won't
Let him pass like a blizzard.
“I know secrets, secrets that could
Ruin you Manalian”.
Manalian, that word drained the Colour of my face.
He laughed, his laugh echoing off the
Crown. Truly a king's laugh.
I took a stepped back, he forward.
One by one it reached the cracks of
The crown, one slip and I and sea
Will kiss and that kiss will be deadly
Like a siren; it'll drown me and he'll Win.

Towers of my mind starts tangling.
Jump or to not jump?
There's no time to die yet this
Phantom will kill me if I go on with
This,
I won't let it defeat me but let this one
Time go.
And so, I jumped : the cawing of
Crows getting louder, my body kissing
And falling in the arms of sea slowly,
Sirens singing and pulling me in,
As I sank down like titanic, I could
Only see those wild - glacier grey eyes
Looking at me with pity,
A phantom laughing in hiding.

(This is a long snippet from the novel I'm written. It's known as Hues, I haven't published it yet. This was a very random poem
Written while listening to the song : No time to die by Billie Eilish between 4:30-4:53am today, 16th February)

This is tricky like a puzzle to decode for same words imply different things in changing stanzas. Read Mist S1 to catch on. Though these are standalones.

I quite honestly like this poem, let me know what you think! Thanks!

-Ridhima Joshi

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