My last post was basically to entertain which no one seems to have found interesting, so This time I am blogging a rather more serious blank verse no blatant comedy, this time around. To anybody whom I had made aware of my desire to put up my short story "Immortal Trove" which was originally written for Bombadil's short story competition- I am sorry but it will take some time. I haven't had time to upload it yet. Thank You and keep following.
Talk to me
Go talk to the nefarious elements the ghostly sprites of the night
Talk now to the hell bound spirits that stutter you mortal frame
Go seek the dew drop of the fallen sky the latest victim of your nefarious evil
Live near that idiot toad that causes death
Listen from them for they shall tell you of the woebgone fool
For he has takes humanity's cause and is served no interest none
The fool fights that others may sleep
That one more Romeo his Juliet may meet
That one more Rustam doesn't seek the death of his Sohrab
That one more mother her son doesn't lose
That one more soul to the devil isn't lost
I know he is a fool as do you as do us all Normal one's
But is he really for is there anything called Normal on this Mortal Plane
He is immortal in the eyes of death
For Gory fields are his home and ruined decapitated limbs his art
The fool lacks love for this cause, he but has lost his family too
In that sticky red wet thing
Due to that bloated and torn human Liver on his hand
How can those hold a rose?
What is a rose who has torn alive his still beating enemy's heart
Why did he leave his home?
Well, the fool left it for us
Where is the peace he sought?
Why more thrashing limbs?
Where is the brotherhood he desired?
In this world of perpetual sin
So live your life take no note of else
You are the winner if you have a filled purse
And your family, no not they
If you have a food-filled belly
