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Shriek Of The Heart!

written by: Barsha

 

Devouring time, the raw night rises;
So the shrieking silence played the
Stillness flute!!

Ah! There stands the forlorn soul;
Drenching itself in the infuriated blaze-
Of tenacious memories,
Lit by the self-subsistent fuel of Emotion.

Lo! My humble Hestia;
Let this infuriated blaze,
Enkindle me;
By stuffing Voids
With Frenzy Spasms,
To erupt with ineffable hatred!

Lo! My humble Hestia;
Let this infuriated blaze,
Suffuse my pale eyes
With Heaven shine of Vengeance.

Lo! My humble Hestia;
Let this infuriated Blaze,
Enkindle my dark despondent dungeon,
With distilled Hopes;
Where love, still lives sweet!!!

Barsha

Barsha

I am a student of history; literature is love...and writing is breathing. Striving hard to be a writer!
Barsha

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