The Threat!

Everything about it is set,
Anything needed for it you can get,
All moods and emotion to fret,

It’s the key to ignition missing,
But not absent, just somewhere dangling,
Waiting for the moment of taking,
Inserting and turning.

This thing is like a beast,
Looming by the threshold,
Scanning potential prey-
Who in fear, are down on their knees,
Their lips chat incessant please of mercy!

Approaching the keys,
The possessed predator-
-incensed artificially,
Afraid of being the prey
Hunts down another alike
Fulfilling the quest for the threat.
The clouds are angry,
The nimbus crowd in the heavens,
As if in a plot, blocking the prayers,
Shutting off the light,
From an inevitable plight,
Condemnation of a nation,
Before the fall of the night!

Now it rains,
As the clouds empty their contents,
Washing away the stains,
Cleansing the land-
Creating now light,
But in dark
Inside the thickness
The black stark
Another threat looms!