WalkA Poem by Dushyant PatniOr why psycho-actives, rock and Dante is not a good combo.Walking amidst the pleasant blooming meadows My arms stretched at my sides Fingers stroking the cool green stalks Droplets of morning dew glistening like stars As I open my eyes and look All I see is ruin and desolate dust Splintered stone slabs pave the way To a shape blanketed in solitude It rises above me to the apex of the sky Its invisible spires spreading shadows And the deathly pallor of filth I take steps towards it Some nervous, some plain left-right The fissures in the stones gaze at me Telling, begging, and pleading me to listen Turn back they said Turn back they yelled But with ears turned away I walked Towards the looming specter Till at last at its dark gates I stood Gazing at the tortured souls hanging above Their faces frozen in perpetual visages Of terror, anguish and fear A dank and decayed wind rushed to greet As the gate and the ground parted at my feet Headlong I tumbled; for days, months and years Till at last I came to rest And the beast stood tall before my eyes Bellowing sulfurous roars of defiance I drew my axe from her sheath And ran my fingers down her neck lovingly Notes of violence and death rang through the air Pulling his head down to meet my blade I bathed in the blood of my fallen enemy And ascended on his horns Climbing on the stairway to heaven
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StatsAuthorDushyant PatniIndiaAboutJust another traveler trying to find my way in the enchanted forest of literature. I enjoy the company of superheroes, I find they give my mind a certain glow, I am obsessed with the apocalypse, becau.. more..Writing
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