The struggle was over,
men were beheaded,
women were thrashed,
children were orphaned.
Land was red and barren,
darkness loomed over the sky.
Life is chained by spikes,
shredding the lifeless bodies.
Not a soul dared to speak,
not even the ghoul or the troll,
silenced by the shameless fear,
who was laughing hysterically.
Time struck but melting,
everything went deadlock.
All prayed for a hero to emerge,
to slaughter the villainy.
He emerged from the ashes like phoenix,
spread out his majestic wings,
flying towards the zenith,
to conquer down the decayed.
He looked straight into blood shot eyes,
not even his hair prickled with fear.
He spun the villainy like a mongrel,
and slashed it with his metallic sword.
A thunder roared---- a sign of triumph,
darkness ran away to hide
light came out of their veil and radiated
the red and barrenness were absorbed by earth
green slided over the earth to spread itself
chain was broken with a might
fear stopped laughing and guillotined
engine geared up and gone the stillness
and in the centre of all stood a
man with sword in his belt and
torch in his left arm with dignity in his
face shined the most.
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