When the clock struck Death

Posted: October 18, 2012 by Ankur in Contest, Writes...
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A tear fell down his gaunt face

Lost itself in the puddle of blood

He looked up to see the emerald sky

He looked up to see no one alive

Death laughing in the wicked.


An insatiable hunger

Breaking fast behind his prey

Bloodlust in his eyes

The night vigilant

Dreams of an old master vivid

Scream. Feed.

At the grave of the blood brother

The blackened heart stabbed by the poisoned sword

Virgin blood smoldering his throat

A payment. A power.

A tyranny incessant

Circulating fear

Drenched in red

The commandment of Fate

The eradication of the sublime

But everything has its end

A portal of dark shadows

Bore a spectre

Possessing a curse

A curse

Which made him rue

His soul at last kissed

When the clock struck death.

Kaustubh Kashyup

Sir Padampat Singhania University





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