Reverence

Looking at an avatar,

Waiting , swiftly slipped in slumber.

Vision fixated on a star,

Dwindling lost count of number.

An image on hill quite far,

Moon overshadowed by his power.

Like a supreme deity at par,

An aura of magic upon senses shower.

Somehow began to heal my scar,

Not afraid my image to tatter

Into pieces and smear me with tar.