Oh my dear lovely little kitten
Why are you so scared
Won't you let me tell
A story forbiddenFrom the land of flowing river
I belong
When I tell you may not shiver
For what consumes me to be so clever
For the river of ours was one of bloodThe rotten heirarchy
Not so pleasing ,is it ?
Children of king
The blessed kids
Hold the throne
Make land hell or heaven
Depends
Whom are they blessed by ?
God or devilIn this systematic world
Why the uncertainty ?Uh.....yeah
That's bad
Really bad
So what ?That is what led the land
to its doom
For one rebel is enough
To make the flower of death bloomAnd hence I stand here
The hawk of shadows
Supposed a watcher so mereNeither I nor the world knew
The purpose of this hawk
Was not in the shadows
I was born
to be a mark of horrors
And look at me now
I am the ruler of shadowsGood! pretty good!
Ms.Hawk
Perfect !
your kingdom
Your land
Everything is good
But you know what
I live democraticly
In a society so good
And hence
I'M OUTDashed I to the tiny shining light
An opening I didn't expect
Led me away
From the place I feared
Back to my room
A zone of my comfortAnd guess what ?
The scene from window is very pretty
But..... I'm done looking outA tour was suffice
For me to know
Never look out the window in dark
For there awaits a portal so cruel
To a land of horror
Where the hawk of shadows rules_Narayani
New fear unlocked .....
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It's pretty even to hate
PoetryWhat is the purest feeling in the world? Hate ...... How doubtless it feels Sheer and pure But have you felt it pretty ? You now will....