God gazed in pain,
As a mosquito
Dressed in
A dark wraparound
and topless top
Did a ballet
Running around
Adam’s waist grounds…..
Grinding and crushing
His veins,
Crushing
His grounds
She danced,
Moving
To the tunes
Of devil’s
Mandolin
She danced……..
Crushed
From her
Musical Death Metal,
Adam slept
Wrinkled
On a rosy dorm,
Blood oozing
Bewitched
By her witchy
ways, mesmerized
yet wounded
he Stood,
And Waited
for a healer,
Drowsed in mosquito
Lullabies
Shivering to
The devil’s melodies
Lamenting to
Beats of Anvil’s hammer ,
patiently waiting
To be taken
To the maker
Tormented by
Sorrows of Easter...
Adam waited, waited
and waited,
Patiently
till death's
Minions will come
From grave
To take him to
the Garden of peaceful
Redemption, till
they come
to take him
to the abyss
of death
he waited..
While he prayed,
Patiently
For the arrival
Of devil’s escorts,
God gazing
At the scene
From heavens
LOOKING AT
HIS OWN CREATION
His mosquito bitten masterpiece,
Damning himself
Let out a volcanic
Sigh of repentance,
And Cursed himself
For blessing
A wretched creature
with a life
That he never
Ever wanted
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Shashendra Amalshan 2011
like sci-fi of another dimension, perhaps the Divine dimension...very interesting read and well-crafted, Shan...a world that's unique