The Lure For a War

By Achinthya Prathish

With the red hue of the sky dusted by dawn

A young man rides on a horseback;

In a barren land

Covered by thorns and skills

His eyes are scarlet red

For his soul has been set ablaze

By the shadows of a faraway region

Who leads his horse and him

"O king of peace", they call him

For he is indeed a king

Who has worn a crown of bones

And who thinks he's going to bring peace by waging war

Little did he know

With the scythe in his hand

He's not going to bring peace by conquering all the nations

But rather destruction 

For he is lead by the silent shadows 

Who are actually the folks of Hade

They try to lead the blind warriors and kings into Dead Sea

Which is a portal to afterlife

There, everyone will be engulfed by fire of desolation

And suffocated by ashes of their burning souls

They will suffer indefinitely 

Even in the absence of war

By Achinthya Prathish