Flies where the green leaf,
Drifting into crimson hues?
The shivering dark ensues,
Whispering sighs of a wicked relief.
Touches where the north star,
To dangerous paths seldom tread?
Where deceit and lies are bred,
And honor dormant sleeps.
Rules where the iron fist,
In your hearts or in your minds?
The words bend and the blood boils,
But the soul stays calm and shine.
Imbues where the colors of love,
On weak flowers with broken petals?
The world drowns with clamor of metals,
With touch of midas does love heal.
-Nik
[PS: Do check out the other poems, the vigilant shall be aptly rewarded]
Drifting into crimson hues?
The shivering dark ensues,
Whispering sighs of a wicked relief.
Touches where the north star,
To dangerous paths seldom tread?
Where deceit and lies are bred,
And honor dormant sleeps.
Rules where the iron fist,
In your hearts or in your minds?
The words bend and the blood boils,
But the soul stays calm and shine.
Imbues where the colors of love,
On weak flowers with broken petals?
The world drowns with clamor of metals,
With touch of midas does love heal.
-Nik
[PS: Do check out the other poems, the vigilant shall be aptly rewarded]
