Stained Spirits -Written by theblackalchemist (Pradeep Harish) The darkness looms on the brazen sky, Death claws its icy hands Even as the river passes by, Blood stains remain on the sands. When the devils, on the earth tread; When all hopes are shred, Why for a bubbled pride , blood is shed? Why for a matter of religious cries, many a life is bled? For a moment's glory, nothing mattered, Except for a mind shattered. Ruthlessly they slayed, Spreading Bloody Hate. Thro' and back from Hell's gates. Changing lives, altering fates. Their unholy claws, scar the earth, Their wings, hold courage's dearth. Risen from the Blood stained dirt, Their roots, bleed humanity's heart And it has bled enough The sands of time are shifting fast, Covering our past, And laying bare the future. Scars created afresh One’s that can’t be healed Destinies created and crushed Fates always sealed Old Friendship’s now concealed, By a bloody veil of mystery. Yet, foot-steps & songs recall, Death’s songs That echo the Martyr’s calls. Un-breakable bonds, long gone. After death, forlorn They return to the same earth Their spirits reborn In a land of all dearth They Marched, through hell, Against life, Victims of a silenced strife. Sowing seeds in their steps, That Blossom into Shells, Through which, we should break. Regards TBA To the victims of the Jihadi terror attacks that grip mumbai . Stained Spirits
