The Deliverer Of Death

She landed like a wind

In the land of sun-coloured flecks

Flecks being burnt by the whole day anger of the azure king

She placed her feet without even giving a single glimpse of her thought

To the soreness of the burnt flecks vanquishing

Below her feet, as her thoughts were on an different path,on the path of the thirst ,

Not being the deliverer of death

The air was blowing harshly hot,with it's punishing behaviour

Even the coldness and calmness of the moon,couldn't

pacify neither the air's parchedness nor her agonal sadness.

She was death her only drudgery was to take life,

From everyone, from everywhere,

From the freshly blossomed flowers to the sinless animals sleeping unconscious about the

World's wrath and indecisiveness

In her blackened, blood-coloured robe

She had broken everyday,she had shattered everyday

Because she never wanted to act only bad and causing only pain to others during all her journey

She never wanted to be the deliverer of death

With her sinful powers, she made to appear four tools of death in the sky space in front of her

Scorched face

A pointed-shining knife,a lifeless rope with wrinkles on it like those on the old lady's face,

A bagging hook,and a long big scythe

Not to end someone's life, but to feel life,

To discover life in herself, to catch a single gaze of life.

She also wanted to live

She also wanted to be a cause of happiness and not being the mere cause of

Mourning, sobbing, weeping and ending because,

She never wanted to be the deliverer of death

She choked herself with the rope,

She tried to scratch blood out of her lifeless,blood-empty nerves,

She also tried to bruise herself with the scythe

To feel life ,

To feel like any other living being

To feel pain

As pain is the realest unchanging truth of this world with insatiable desires

As pain is the realest and unchanging truth of being alive, because

She never wanted to be the deliverer of death

But as quotidian, nothing succoured her

And as quotidian helpless, lifeless, hopeless, bloodless

With water droplets on her lashes

She started to move to began her journey of being the deliverer of death

Accompained with her forever comrades-catastrophe, fire, the sounds of shattering hopes she flied away

But deep down,

She never wanted to be the deliverer of death.