The Room And The Mystery Poem by Thompson Emate

The room holds its breath,
Its mystery is its threat,
The unseen is felt,
It cannot be smelt.

There's an entry that cannot be seen,
Enigma wants to hold sway,
On an uncanny day,
A day of piercing darkness.

Light enters the room,
It chases the pervading gloom,
There's a synergy of the elements,
There's joy in silence.

The Invisible sees,
The sojourn across turbulent seas,
The mysterious is out of the door,
Only if it will be perpetual.