Reign of Terror

By Shubhangi Raj

The night has entered its deepest sights,

Uncanny, lost, amidst the brightest lights.

Tis the time to shake the hidden world,

Let it take its form – idefinite, absurd.

Lifeless trees and morose greenery,

Grim-trim liquids, glum scenery,

Still. Quiet. Awaiting the command!

To rip off every colour, every breath apart.

Rise thou you.. the lord of black!

The world is chanting for you to come back.

The thrown is ready for you to adorn,

For the world is no longer a place of souls!

Rain upon them your catastrophic devastation..!!

It’s time for the cynical seeds to be sown.

With this full moon, the prophecy comes alive,

Mightier gets the terror, weaker gets the light.

Old scars and wounds will be seen again,

Pain they will, as dey did; Insane

It shall be your world tonight,

Your rules and your moves until daylight.

Rise thou you.. the lord of black!

The world is chanting for you to come back.