Smile

"Smile", a fence line apart is

staring at me pale

with sunken eyes, still eager

to show me certain bizarre.

Gesture of creepy moments

I feel, tremble while it hunt

The freshness of aroma that once was

spread for a good cause.

Dust of Trust is waving as if

winds of Hope conjoin rugged

And occult fog still hide out

the maleficence it mix with.