#WritcoPoemPrompt22
He drops on the sandy folds,
Of a deathly bed,
A lost traveler of a mighty desert,
Parched throat, cracked skin,
He is his own Messiah,
Or another vagabond victim...
He is always prepared to taste the blood of betrayal.
He is neither a Satan nor a God to curse or cure you.
He is a midnight Phoenix on the deadly spot.
He is ready to spread his wings,
Burning and turning into ashes.
He is a son of Abraxas.
A man finding mysteries on a desert, Where there is nothing but the souls of dead people and cactus holding sharp thorns.
@Subadharshini


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