Curse of a Sibyl Souls are her slaves, bodies are her castles - TopicsExpress



          

Curse of a Sibyl Souls are her slaves, bodies are her castles Drinking the Manhood for the pleasures in desolation Rustles of dead leaves When blown by the frozen wind, directing the echoes of macabre to embrace the dirge of silence Unappeased is the hunger The thirst is never quenched With Surreal necromancy adept in occult Painter of death is drawing visuals Of bloody episodes shrouded in deceit An endless cycle hence complete ! Shadows in the canopy Of venom and dilapidation Voices Of the vanished Waiting for their resurrection... Enchanting Sacred rhythms in esoteric black dawning Boon from the darkness Blot to the light shredder Invincible like serpent-spell Its the Sibyls curse Alluding to Holocaust...... A Hrishikesh Padhye © all rights reserved ...
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 12:00:23 +0000

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