Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Carabao Power...

it was a cold November evening
a sumptuous meal just satisfied your gastric craving
crickets and fireflies accompany you
while the hammock carefully nurses your wearisome body

the silence of the night was gleefully interrupted
by the rustling sound of the leaves
when a summon from outside caught your attention
thus you glided towards it


you greeted with symphony of happiness
and senile yet angelic stare
warm welcome came out of your mouth
yet it was ignored like a rock that smashes your gut

the next scene was like a hard breeze of realization
then fear started to cripple your soul
a loud bang echoed the four walls of your world
followed by a deafening thud as you stumble on the ground

crimson red slowly engulf every inch of your skin
your surroundings wail so loud like a wounded lark
the clinging and clanging of silvers swim with mournful weep
as death open its door and tries to woe you unknowingly





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