Three vapours of breath could be seen If approaching the cemetery on a frigid morning. Dark, heavy clouds in the sky Over the statues of angels portrayed in mourning. In the crypt of The Chosen Ones, By the tombs of The Ones Once Came; Stood three in heated argument, Nothing, All and Fallen-One their names.
The argument was simply this: "The Fallen-One was given to me." Nothing said this--quite clearly; He was simply stating fact and decree. Fallen-One was his charge; And he hadn't set Fallen free... All was furious at this insistence. He had to make Nothing see, That The FallenOne must be returned; He saved the weak--regardless the cost. A limited freedom had been promised. Who else saves the ones thought lost?
All said, "Nothing, let me show you this..." Showing him ones thought to be forgotten. He showed him the deeds Fallen had done; He showed lessons that Fallen had taught them. All said, "Not all are lost, some can be saved; There must be balance, I'm losing the fight. I need my champion and his Blade of Rage. I need his will, his fight, his might. Many unlucky are falling to you. You reap plenty with more to come. I don't need your horde, I just need the one. Give me that One and this argument is done!"
Nothing pondered this, his thoughts ran deep. Would the Fallen-One's freedom cause upheaval? If he wouldn't help to balance this fight Would his refusal then side with the evil?
Now Fallen was quiet listening to these two, But his patience was starting to wear. He had to return to the world of pain To show the lost that someone still cared. He stepped forth and interrupted the silence! His voice filled with conviction and purpose. He said, " there is only one able to balance this fight; I must swiftly return to the surface. There's a lonely girl crying and cutting; Slicing her pain away with a knife. There's a drunk and frustrated husband Coming home to blindly beat his wife. There's a boy getting hit by his parents. There's a girl swallowing death with pills. Another child forced into paid sex By a wicked man looking for thrills. There's the workforce sold off the boats; All kinds of drugs coming through the borders; Children with no food or homes, Suffering from all kinds of disorders. While you stand and argue about possession, Many are quickly losing the fight. I've solemnly sworn and I'm battleborn, Let me go forth and make the wrongs right!"
Affinity to our home has become a dignity now For "SPACE" and internet facilities Every member needs their own space to work or take online classes which is not possible in every home.
I tried writing an argument based on today's scenario on "There is no place like home sweet home" for Corona virus has shook the world and grabbed the peace from every home sweet home and made into work from home
Love - Seek - Call me wind if you do please War - Fear - When the world fights a war Death - Empty - What a strange time this is Afternoon - Again - A part of me is holding back tears Blue - Halfway - I breathe, wait and hope
/ To My Love, on your Birthday ♡∀♡ Everything I want to wish is HERE /
A part of me is holding back tears in crimson crevices petrified with pain and pity hearkening shrieks of skeletons sepulchred in garth of greed seeking solace from stings of inclement inhumane.
When a world fights a war scarlet streets veneered with torn textiles, crumbled coifs, perforated pacifiers doom in silence of death staining halfway of fervent future in hue of hopelessness.
What a strange time this is when clouds of compassion blown by gust of grudges fail to quench thirst of tenderness of dilapidated dandelions turning pastures of passion into forlorn desert of fear.
Call me wind if you do please as I originated in catastrophic concretes echoing with agony blew over vast seas of sympathy to snowy cliffs of calmness embracing essence of optimism still a wanderer again whispering impermanence.