Death: An Arrival

A gust of wind from a sun starved sky
The deep melancholic cry of a wounded canine
The heavy fog settles nowhere to escape
Amidst the silence somewhere a knell rings
The keeper of secrets they say has arrived
The man of the end, the man of time
With every step he stamps his spear
The accolades, the treasures, the titles thirst for want of another moment.


Author: That Nerd Girl

The contradicting two faced Gemini. Loves books, bikes, Metallica, chai, binge watching series, tattoos, discotheques, high heels, sweatshirts, cricket, soft toys, superheroes and peacock feathers. Dreams about owing the Beast's library. Cries every-time during Lord of the Rings. Has an opinion on everything.

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