Yesteryears..

Swaying, sashaying, dancing in its evil glory.
Enigmatic, sunken story.
Barely whispering, signalling.
Hallucinating, controlling.
Flying on wings, not there.
Singing in tunes, not fair.
Standalone in a crowd.
Making its father proud.
A foliage, undamaged.
Treasures, stacked.
Two pairs of eyes.
Loathing, twice.
Stillness engulfs.
Ice melts.
A sand dune.
And a full moon.