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On the edge of a dark forest,
strolled a lone Me – bravest;
of the pack, the toll of casualties;
that lay on the river bank, took away the ease,
on a distance burned a shack; the amenities,
of life now it lacked, the complexities,
of a soul-less life; under the burden it cracked,
the mortal bodies of those innocent souls,
long dead with guilt and sin, hearts turned cold,
with a requiem – for the untrue, replenished by false gold,
A ‘lone Me lurked in these woods, many a siege I had withstood,
against the fortress of my spirit, protected the theft,
of the spark to my merit, but now the Earthlings left;
all they possessed for mint, hope was bereft,
I had fed them with many a hint,
hark to my words, they just didn’t..
Moved toward the Moors; downing all fears,
that rose from lore of the common folk,
they say blood flows from eyes, isolating calming tears,
they say an invisible flood holds souls of those who die;
smears sketching a cryptic message of ignorance,
approached a group of such damned, and wham!
the most deranged of them rammed; a log,
my words were termed a sham! I had confronted the wolf,
to aid the sheep, but I was made the sacrificial lamb!
unsheathed my blade – of a repelling aura – it was an incursion;
of the beloved ones, for my words they certainly loved,
but embalmed in an illusion they were; sipping from the chalice,
of the puppeteer cloaked in fur, a loss they incurred,
i heard them murmur; a moot gathered to exterminate,
my alter egos, a messenger pigeon to be fed upon by crows,
swift and deft I left; far from the reach of their arrows..
On a bark was etched a name – the Whining Dame
it was a town, drenched in acidic rain, the paint;
on its homes – transmitted a feeling of disdain,
but damned hope, it was trained, to stay alive,
even when all efforts were in vain, tip toed through lanes,
wailing women writhing in pain, flesh eaten by starving Danes,
by a poodle lay few laddies; water splashed by black cranes,
walked further – a lion caged, lifeless without his shaved mane,
peeped through a hole in a fence, torn sacks and spilled grain,
up on a bridge; sight of a crashed train, deliberately derailed,
on a distant plain; an eroded runway, a crashed plane,
a sight of shame; a group of females, scavenging clothing from there-
a bane, to my wounded plans, i was losing out from my collected gain,
made an attempt to refrain; from offering aid,
but none considered me as a mate, the deranged blamed me for their fate,
my face pressed against hell’s gate, stabbed till the extinction of the word grate…