Clueless

Gazing back towards the enigma on the wall

An art so mysterious; so abstract to the core

Reminiscing of history, bloodshed, and gore

Yet oddly satisfying, and her senses yearning for more

The depth of its secrets makes it unsettling 

Clueless were her senses; shamefully failing

Deep within she knows she’s found her calling

Intriguing was her mind; erring; unknowing 

Groping for clues beneath the splattered colouring 

Fingers desperately roam the graffiti; inaudibly muttering

Imagining the clang of swords, of hooves clattering 

All among a swirl of hues glorying in the art of battling

Lost among the aura of ancient history 

The ambiance radiating shades of mystery 

Looking out for clues of lost ancestry 

Deeply impressed were her senses; of dead artistry

Failing the attempt to find clues

She gave up gazing at the array of hues

Coz she thought this was naught but a ruse

Attempt another step; alas she’ll lose.