REVENGE
The day was crimson, painted in the shadowy dusk…
The night was dipped in inky darkness of treachery
It was as if the whole world had conspired
To seek blood thirsty revenge..
A dark silhouette dressed in layers of hiding
Had concealed within him a fatal dagger
In the other hand however, he held a velvety red rose, innocent and yet crafted
He twirled her around, smiled and bent to kiss the nape of the neck,
That which he admired true and long
And planted the rose in her fragrant bun
Her tresses undone, kept twirling her around and round
As she laughed, a beautiful resonating laughter soaked in love
He stabbed at her heart with the dagger, the dagger which curled at his wrist
Like a shocked wind, her breath emptied itself..
She lay, wounded in love, the last drops of blood ebbing away..
And he covered her with the discreet white shroud and walked away.
- Amrita Singh
Nov,18’2014
The day was crimson, painted in the shadowy dusk…
The night was dipped in inky darkness of treachery
It was as if the whole world had conspired
To seek blood thirsty revenge..
A dark silhouette dressed in layers of hiding
Had concealed within him a fatal dagger
In the other hand however, he held a velvety red rose, innocent and yet crafted
He twirled her around, smiled and bent to kiss the nape of the neck,
That which he admired true and long
And planted the rose in her fragrant bun
Her tresses undone, kept twirling her around and round
As she laughed, a beautiful resonating laughter soaked in love
He stabbed at her heart with the dagger, the dagger which curled at his wrist
Like a shocked wind, her breath emptied itself..
She lay, wounded in love, the last drops of blood ebbing away..
And he covered her with the discreet white shroud and walked away.
- Amrita Singh
Nov,18’2014
