[ Part II
The Warlocks lent a spiteful stare,
Laying their weapons bare.
“The wings are broken,
That lies clear as the Day.
Worry not, for you shalt never see
Either of them again.”
Roars of shrilly Wind
Echo in the solace of the Night.
A dreary figure
Lies at the nook of the World;
The Mist covers the Collapsed
As, a rustle, the Faded Angel makes.
To feed on the decayed
And claim the Rage,
The drooling Wolves await.
The Sky watches, as bewildered.
One stance
Makes the Scroundrels quiver with fear.
“My touch will make you frail.”,
Exclaims the steamed Hail.
Rocks rain,
As the Shadow on the Ground says,
“A ray of Light
Thaws the frozen lungs.
A glance at the Sky
Shatters every barrier.
The Earth quakes
But my Will remains too sturdy to quaver.”
A beacon of Light,
Ignites the feeble feathers.
And the Wings of Fire
Make the ‘Valours’ wither.
The Moon bows
To the fallen Fighter,
As a fiery trail
Rounds around the Eagles.
The Wicked Ones
Attempt to cover the Atrocities,
As the Heavens look forward
To their Doomsday.
Hurricanes do come,
But to sweep the Rotten Slayers.
A Mayhem does happen,
But not the destruction of the Dreamer.
“The Skies were made
To be touched, weren’t they?”
Says the Child of Earth
Who dares to leave it.
And Time?
Time smiles upon the Ones
Who dare to outrun it.
– JAISMINE K.
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