Cold Inhuman Night

By Kunal Grover

There once was a Cold Inhuman Night…

The wind fiercely blew, and so did I…

Staring right through it, the leaves fall dead

The winter magic commanded it to be shed

The trees were dried with the bark peeling off

Waters stood still and the locals running off

Dry winds forced the farm lands to go barren

No crops left to feed and farmers praying for God’s light

Cold death absorbed in the surroundings and the townsmen switched on the sirens

Some died of hunger, some lost a limb or two thanks to the cold ridden frostbites

The cycle of nature erodes…

Flowers went un bloomed and bees out of sight

The fauna evades the storms, only the wolves survive

Hungry on the left human flesh, they howl and thrive

For when the locals stole their hills, now on their scent for hunt

Irony stands right, humans are selfish cunts!

Some rich bastards surely made it to the border, their money talks

Left behind the unworthy-of-death poorer, this massacre do haunts!

My eyes gazing through the frosted window

Bloodlust of those wolves ripping them one-by-one

Tis the wrath of God, tis the doom

His rage strikes wiping the mankind— the un thankful scum!

Hear them coming, I feel their thirst

Growling for my blood are at my door

My human ego denies to give-in to their bloodlust

Brains of mine I prepare to blow

Click-Clack-Boom…

I trigger the revolver to my head

And turn to a corpse of this Doom…

By Kunal Grover