Red Craze-by Dibyasree Nandy
Red Craze-by Dibyasree Nandy
The monstrosity within him threatens to swallow, bite;
He pushes it back inside, and the butterflies on his robes burn with fiery light;
Winged creatures, golden, released into the loathsome world;
The rhythm of the beating feathers spread through in a swirl;
Silver anger, as vast as the sky seen from the airborne ship;
He places his hands on his exposed chest, and his grudges flip.
"Why wasn't I run through with a blade?" Green eyes ablaze;
"Why was I chosen to live?" His red craze;
The vessel flies over the filth of the city of mist;
Where slobbering men, with hands slimy, gorge upon the feast;
Sitting on the corpses of many, they've reached great heights;
Yet not as high as him; a human, demon, deity, winner of fights.
Sadness etched upon his pupils, a witness of patricide;
He contemplated death, but who shall purge this land, commit homicide?
"If good men are not gifted with a lease upon life;
Then who but I shall turn evil, prepared for strife?"
At times, the demon descends, passing under the bridge in a house-boat;
The fortress hiding the devils of the town, surrounded by a moat;
Swaying willows he sees, people passing by, shops with lanterns aglow;
The tides of the stream, decked with petals mauve, flow;
So many men, women, children, and lilies soaked in blood;
The foul, rotting stench; disgusting are the seasons that flood.
Trying to recall the beauty, he plays a song at dusk and dawn;
Only notes of utter blackness produced from his fingers, his own requiem, mien drawn.
#Day2 #Red