A series of distractions from the inevitable

Isn't the series pleasurable?

Almost like a game of cricket,

With highs and lows and variating forms?

The yearning of light even makes the plant reach

Higher and upward, without any movement

Never realising the blooms are not necessarily noticed

Insatiable and underwhelmed

Was Pandora mistaken to open the box again?

The devious voice distracted and misled, didn't it?

Lemony Snicket spun a haunted lexicon

Gentle and bloody - the truth for the child

Inspired perhaps from the Grimm

The series of distraction has no purpose in any way

The inevitable and the forgotten

Are particles of dust of Martian imagination

Courage, good sir

The realised heart calls out

Attempting to rest and blindfold itself from the distraction

Crime and imprisonment

Blasphemy and imprisonment

Life imprisonment