Some More Poetry

Death

Armed with a scythe beyond the darkness,
It haunts those who are sentenced in brightness
Like a vulture in the midst of strife
With eyes of the shadow -in search of life!

“Black and white”, the entity’s vision
As focused within a boundless mission
Lurks on the day or night of judgment
As instilled on the layer of it meant.

To be in such a hazardous gray,
“To take away or not to take away”
To give an absence upon on it,
A life; wherein we add something with beat

Neither be avoided nor denied
We can not escape it even we tried
Because it is inevitable
In a way that this is unchangeable


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Redder Than Shades of Red

Assassin he was!
Given on the task
To kill a given mark,
Cast on the cask
Where there must be bloodshed,
As expected
Oh what shall he do?
Obliged in his head

Being ordered to
Ravage his mere love
By his lover herself,
Because he have
To choose between likely
Heaven or Hell
But can’t do it
Because he couldn’t tell

Yet, denies to kill-
Love that never last
The passion on playing
Dota, he has
He rather dies two-
Million times in vain
Than giving up his
Passion in such pain