EDGE OF REASON

Deep silence rings in the head

Suspense engraves deep and hard

Winter slowly awakes

The stupor is now in full swing

The mind now spins

Cutlery clatters

The foe knocks gently

Sleep now turns to tatters

The flip of the coin must now decide

A tip-toe behind is heard

Footsteps of doom are unleashed

Room of mind-wrecks hides in a cold nook

The knock bangs hard and loud

A porter must not know how to cook

The full book must be now read

For bread alone cannot now suffice

The full face has to be seen

And reason for survival has been lost