A Self-Imposed Fear

Fear is tantamount to weakness,
Dear is it, though I choose to differ.
Uncanny shades colour my dreams,
Many a time, I tremble and wither.
My lone hours of wonky thoughts,
Vie within my inner most shudder!
Spooky scenes that haunt my mind,
Snooping around like a naughty thief.
Fear, I nurse is larger than life,
Hear I often, a triumphant shrill.
Standing amidst the festive crowd,
Hardly aware of an elephant ahead.
Tusker in frenzy, runs towards me,
Whisking past the thronging crowd.
Aiming its vengeance all for me,
Maimed with terror, I try to flee.
Rampant danger dangles around,
Redundant stampede blocks my gait.
Nears he unto my wavering speed,
Hear I aloud, a swishing sound.
Blood curdling shrill of a gigantic one,
Floods my space with frozen chill.
Fans he, then his elongated trunk,
Faint I down, like a pack of cards!
Boldly it denies my sleeping hours,
Sadly I often succumb to that terror.
Elephants are benign, unlike my notion,
Elephantine chase is my perennial fear.