The Prince Of Darkness Is Idle

"Hey, stop you bitch! Thy howl disturbs my duty" he said.

Intoxicated in the lap of night, his rope from his hands entangled the old, young, new born..

His chariot, the old buffalo acted to his wish. Years fade, it's petals,       

Lord Yema sits in the seat of idleness. Tattered, scattered, muddled...

Greedy Macbeths stabbed his kins for the plot of land.

Mother Mary begged for thy son Judas for her life.    

Goddess of Nature was molested, her green apparel shredded.

Starved Draculas in white kathar sucked the blood of needy.

Goddess Saraswathy failed her exams to pass the value of man.

He robbed Lord Yema's seat, boasted himself as the great warrior.

Against his fate, the mortal man was defeated by a crowned new born -- whom you named her as Corona.