Every now and then comes a crazy Who calls an end to the grand legacy Gifted it is though too powerfully So much so it succumbs to it eventually The little flame burns right from the dawn Burns blazingly bright till the end of the morn As noon strikes it burns brighter still Fueled by …
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The crazy of the legacy!
Made with Ai And every now and then comes a crazyWho calls an end to the grand legacy Of strength or treasure troves orVirtuous wisdom or of whatever kind. Gone, all monuments, all altars and templesLeaving but only rubbles and dust behind. Now these crazies, remember, I speak ofSome are god sent, some hell risen. …
The Pharaoh’s Curse
Made with Ai on Canva Entombed within the depths of my heartLive eternal in peace some memories of past Their visage, masks of gold ‘n jewels adornA tribute to the seamstresses of smiles I’d worn And lie there with some memoirs still moreNo gemstone’s glow can hide whose rotten core They lay buried deep under, …
The Quill’s Tempest
Made with Ai on Canva An ink drop spilled, breaking the silenceViolating the sanctity, of the void parchment And my tears did spill, trying in earnestTo undo the sins of the quill’s tempest It couldn’t be stopped, it only but grewAs if the tears gave the ink a magic brew Unmindful and uncaring now the …
One last chapter?
Made with Ai on Canva My eyes are redAnd lips are blueMy pillow’s wetAnd my nose is too. The cuckoo’s asleepThe kitten yawned a mewlJust one last chapterAnd I’ll sleep too…
Help me finish the Medusa’s Curse
Made with Ai on Canva Eyes, as if mere lifeless stones,Froze, at the sight of doomThat turned to stone my hands and feetThat turned my bleeding veins ice cold. I had no doubt of its credibility.I wouldn’t misgauge my capability.It wouldn’t change I knew for sureI didn’t ever bother looking twice. But try as I …
Oh it’s my turn, you see.
Made with Ai on Canva For the clouds have started to turnTheir paths on to my mornThat had begun to be warmSunny and on the bright sideLook what now gathersClouds dark, not a silver lineSo dreary, such a blight. The wind has picked up the moodChasing the wildflowers awayBringing the dust from fears pastLooking ready …
You gotta see Her!
The little brat has made a comeback That fiery little thing The Golden Girl That hotheaded beauty Has made her comeback! Not so little anymore Not a blazing inferno either. She’s got the cold depths of an ocean Though the grace of a river. Scars adorn her once flawless hide Skippy little steps, now elegant …
Forgotten nightmares
It wakes me up again. The love The dreams All those moments we had together Our entwined hands Our late night calls Your caress All our moments together. All those dreams I dreamt. Of you. For you Of us. For us It all wakes me up again Panting, drenched Heart racing Trying to get away. …
How long has it been?
How long has it beenSince you last lay awakeIn the the darkness of the nightYour eyes alight, with the dreamsThat caught fireFed by embers that you passion igniteYour head a mess, a utter chaos andYet for the first time in a long timeYou see everything clearFor the first time in a long timeOf feeling numbEvery …
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