A Stroke of Fear

Is it always chased after?
Ever nearing and never near?

The chimera has outdone the elucidation
Eyes left less convicted than the ear
In the moon-blanched land,
The rustle and clutter have started to breathe
And the eerie has come to the fore.

A sudden yen runs in the vein
Belief tails off
The exigency of the hour
Neither the Almighty nor the Fear

One more confrontation
Fear is far or near?