Children of her

Dark poetry

Shriek I hear turns to some insane laughter…at times

The dark meadow near that house is a gateway to hell

Those four children of her still scream till their throats dry

Their ordeals is what the new story in this town

At times they get violent with their tusk like teeth and horns

The penumbra of the murky mansion backyard

Is the only reason of my animosity

The obliteration still left few traces of past

Which got no deliverance

 

She had retribution, so is with her kids

As a result of her forlorn aspirations

Distraught with all the outcomes, agitated and muddled

She committed ,oh yes!!  she committed the heinous act

 

Shriek I hear turns to some insane laughter…at times

The dark meadow near that house is a gateway to hell

Those four children of her still scream till their throats dry

Their ordeals is what the new story in this town

At times they get violent with their tusk like teeth and horns

 

Shriek I hear turns to some insane laughter…at times

The dark meadow near that house is a gateway to hell

Those four children of her still scream till their throats dry

Their ordeals is what the new story in this town

They cry for redemption and for the hopes which been smothered

 

 

 

Author's Note

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