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.
Reminisce
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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