• mayuresh 27w

    I needed colors,
    The canvas was set and tight,
    To paint the skies,
    All I had but the wanted Red bright,
    I saw upon my beloved,
    For Her to paint it right,
    She drew a picture,
    With charcoal shimmering blight,
    The demon within me thought it was He,
    But the colors led to horrible dream.

    Thus came upon the wrath,
    When the Satan took the painting,
    Scouring every house,
    Every mother's womb,
    Finding the wretched person whom she drew,
    Then came across He on a crossroad,
    Satan with bloodthirsty eyes,
    Look upon the skies,
    Drew him own face,
    Opening the chest, breaking the bones,
    Taking him the alive heart out says him,
    "Thou shall look on his fate, while him eat his heart and paint the dream".

    The curse was now on him again,
    Go to hell and torture again,
    Him vacation aboard was now over,
    As he choose way to forced departure,
    Him shall never come again,
    Looking for the woman he loved,
    But must not forget,
    Him home is hell,
    And Him be the King.

    ©mayuresh

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    I needed colors,
    The canvas was set and tight,
    To paint the skies,
    All I had but the wanted Red bright,
    I saw upon my beloved,
    For Her to paint it right,
    She drew a picture,
    With charcoal shimmering blight,
    The demon within me thought it was He,
    But the colors led to horrible dream.

    Thus came upon the wrath,
    When the Satan took the painting,
    Scouring every house,
    Every mother's womb,
    Finding the wretched person whom she drew,
    Then came across He on a crossroad,
    Satan with bloodthirsty eyes,
    Look upon the skies,
    Drew him own face,
    Opening the chest, breaking the bones,
    Taking him the alive heart out says him,
    "Thou shall look on his fate, while him eat his heart and paint the dream".

    The curse was now on him again,
    Go to hell and torture again,
    Him vacation aboard was now over,
    As he choose way to forced departure,
    Him shall never come again,
    Looking for the woman he loved,
    But must not forget,
    Him home is hell,
    And Him be the King.


    ©mayuresh