The immortalsA Poem by The dark story
The Immortals
When the heinous winds rides the land marching from the death valley When the great mountains fail to stand and the earth dreads in the
cyclone's rally.
When the deafening clouds bangs poisoning the world with their fangs. When the sun breathes in life That is when the Immortals rise.
The sky fizzle with their roar the sea beats the drum at the shore On seeing the immortals with their arms the heinous winds lies calm.
With their hands many sores get healed With their arms many souls get revived With their rise the sun breathes out
life With their fall ...the firmament cries. Alas!Such Immortals are now hard to
find.
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