Sinister. In. The. Sombre…

Million stories to learn, The battle for the crown, In the name of glory. Forgot to realise,

it was my story.

Every night he yelled for me,

I could hear the slithering through venom.

Snakes, was it medusa perchance? Made us fall in love with the awry, or shall I say the persecuted?

Always cautioned not to amble in the dark, Forever informed about the sombre.

Snakes, venomous and vile creatures, gorgeous to look at,

poisonous when at stone’s throw away.

Destruction and death as its zeal,

The disparity betwixt wrong and right.

The larger the mightier,

pondering over its application on other beings?

The SCARS akin the hiss, awestruck over how they look.

Sneaking from sinister, hiding from hell.

The pertinence, as cool as it’s skin.

Yearning to pet one,

Averting from the browbeater,

for then I can relish the bitter.