First came love,
then joy
In the form of a dove
Not to be treated as a toy,
But revered in love.

Slowly,Water crept in.
Moving steathily, erasing precious memories
distorting candid memories;
Turning them into animes.

It is cold:-
The stealth water;
It is cold!
For it considers not the strength of your shoulder
Not how long your heart would hold .
For to him,it is no border.

His cold hands
Pierce like a dagger
And poisons many hands
As though it were a mamba;
dark as Lucifer's tower.

This is the power of pain...
Initiating necrosis by its hand
Is part of it's reign




© the lambent writer