Vox Clamantis in Deserto

Vox Clamantis in Deserto

(If there be any fear I fear most, I fear myself the most)

Whilst strolling down the purple moor,

Among the chilly winter fogs that eve;

I saw no men (nor any women either), along the frosty moor,

As far as my vision could perceive.

Like dancing ghouls the trees did stand,

Vicious shadowy figures of a lofty height;

It chilled my bones and froze my hand,

Like a daunted dream of a ghastly night.

Among the gusty trees, I heard a sound,( or  maybe from somewhere farer)

Startled, yet not to fear, I tried so hard;

Was that the howl of a bloody hound,

Or a piquant tune of a lonely bard?

The eerie winds brought to my numbing ear,

Sinful melancholous wails from the wild;

It rattled my ruffled soul with fear,

And left me dismayed as a lone child.

I heard cries of agony and of pain,

Oft of despair, filled with a morbid tear;

Looked for the one lamenting, yet in vain,

For I saw no soul upon, far and near.

A thought sinister came to my frightened mind,

That it was my deepest fear, I just heed;( fear from self, howsoever awkward it may seem)

For some soul I looked for, yet never did find,

Alas! It was not a cry from the wilderness,

But of my heart instead.

                                                                    G.K