All it gave
Falls in this
Dry eyes
And a fading kiss
The triumphed fool
Proclaiming sighs
Longing… Waiting…
Spirit’s demise

A symphony of blood
Sets the dawn of truce
Mask of imprisonment
Worn by the muse
If the damsel in distress
Is a devil in disguise
In aid of a killer
Why the universe unites

It was mad love
Not a midnight crave
Now framed in echoes
Of ghosts and graves
Shiva’s in exile
With distorted prayers
Breathing whispers of black
“a savior becomes the slayer”


Amit Howard