Symbols come with broken drums,
Drenched feathers and hung skeletons of sun-blanched umbrellas.
Red talons define symbols —
Of encroaching deserts and flooding bloods;
Spectres of desolation haunt shadows of storm, whose limpid faces cloud
Up with derelict colours.
Rumours spread fast —
Rumours of Noah's Flood, accompanied by the laughter of
......
Night,
Ageless and porous,
Sang screeches of fireflies of
Crescendo-diminuendo sparks.
What hour?
In the midst of the hustles, I lost my hoursight
Different, tonight, is my eyesight, seeing even
Through the darkest foliage of gentle, but sinister
Caress sway.
On the broken, cracked slabs, squatting, dark torsos!
......
Insanely yet consciously
She opened her book
Only to find
A message from the crook
"I'm coming for you tonight,
All of you!"
Silence took over the room
Hands trembling like never
......
Her ephemeral mundane attention
caress the enraged barbarian.
His fainting heart eclipsing her,
declaring hand of wraith.
Her pale cheeks almost turn
red, yet her eyes melt away,
In delightful memories of his
vicious and dubious hand.
......
'No more boarders,'
the inn keeper spewed
raising her arms in the air.
People once came to the inn in droves
because it was a quaint little structure
with flower beds surrounding it
It stood on the outskirts of town
a darling little place it was
that is until the unthinkable occurred
......
Symbols come with broken drums,
Drenched feathers and hung skeletons of sun-blanched umbrellas.
Red talons define symbols —
Of encroaching deserts and flooding bloods;
Spectres of desolation haunt shadows of storm, whose limpid faces cloud
Up with derelict colours.
Rumours spread fast —
Rumours of Noah's Flood, accompanied by the laughter of
......
As I think back on what took this squandered wanderer
To the nethermost pitfalls of hell,
Only the wickedness of mere existence can be adequate enough to delineate such misery.
A brute, stuck in a trap of one’s own making
With its stone walls, one’s lament echoes through the hallow chambers,
made of anguish & possibilities.
Shadows of what has been and what could’ve been,
Dance around to the cacophony of ones regret.
But what took this wretched man,
belonging to the heights of heaven,
......
I lived a story,
In a bloody dream.
A fight for glory,
In a running stream.
The roaring sound,
Of rapid fire,
Onto the ground,
Good men retire.
I hear the screams,
......
Night,
Ageless and porous,
Sang screeches of fireflies of
Crescendo-diminuendo sparks.
What hour?
In the midst of the hustles, I lost my hoursight
Different, tonight, is my eyesight, seeing even
Through the darkest foliage of gentle, but sinister
Caress sway.
On the broken, cracked slabs, squatting, dark torsos!
......
Her ephemeral mundane attention
caress the enraged barbarian.
His fainting heart eclipsing her,
declaring hand of wraith.
Her pale cheeks almost turn
red, yet her eyes melt away,
In delightful memories of his
vicious and dubious hand.
......