Grey teardrops plummeted down,
Throbbing creek of affliction flew,
Frail frame craved to stand,
The unlit abyss she locked into.

Whirled upon the Demons o’ God –
Vicious creatures with slimy legs.
Eternal death fires danced callously,
Engendering torment and agony.

Dark scars on slaughtered love.
And blood stains that tinted red,
Frail light shining through,
And roaring rays o’ hope.

– Samrath Mehandru