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Nostradamus – II


Phantasm II (Mist And The Astral Sleep)

Phantasm I.21

The forest calls her name

and the midnight breeze sends her fragrance up my spine.

A blur of long white gown shattered my way,

as i figured her image in the fog.

In woods she hid her distant self.

she was divinities handcraft.

A queen of pearl,

though crystallized.

As i endured to see her again,

I sensed her pale white hand on my face.

With a gander she saw my frail heart,

and tragedy in my eyes.

Bright moonlight shining against my face,

i was touched by her tender fingertips.

A brush of wind revealed a mark on her neck,

as i tried to kiss her ruby lips.

Like moon she looked a jewel portrait.

Seductive eyes trapping me.

I follow her to the dark,

deep in a world of mournful solitude.

I lose myself in the wondrous sounds i hear,

sweet music as she waits for me.

With a glance she put me on my knees,

as like dawn she rose above me.

When her smooth fingers caressed my skin.

She said as i fell asleep

“long after our earthly days,

in heaven we can start anew.”

– Manmeet Singh Bhatia


Phantasm I (Allure of The Mist)


Walking with sword and mask Into death, from life. naked and white, into the snow, dressed only in our world’s ashes. to search where Man of God doesn’t.

Into the mound kingdom of darkness, where they sit quietly dead. Do not fear to move alone, but travel to the world inside.

Covered with large shields, helmets, belts, knives and swords; unknown for the corrupted minds. Along the woods, long, sharp spears. On the branches breast plates of steel.

Watching the image ahead, Hid self in the tree nearby, hanging my head leaning forward on. Saw white horse from the hidden depths my ear bleeds, hear the mourn, sound of wind and desperate cry.

I move myself without any sound, on the ground looking at the image close by. in the white, beautiful strong fog, a creature, a woman’s ghost!


– Manmeet Singh Bhatia


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