Riding on the wind,
on this calm cold night,
I look down at the world,
the streets filled with lights.
While people pass under,
I do seem to notice,
how no one seems to wonder,
“why a ghoul floats above us”.
They go about their business
and no one seems bothered,
by death that awaits them all,
in the end they shall be smothered.
I walk among them unheeded,
stealing the times that end
but none seem affected,
they seem to think I mend.
None fear death
they feel me a part;
They know their end is near
as it burns in their hearts.
They walk without a care
in the dead of the night,
as death seems to linger
inside them, out of sight.
They live among the damned,
they love the dead that exist
and keep faith in my bind,
my fear they seem to resist
Deep in their hearts
where I reside buried
I hear the words they speak,
why the don’t seem worried.
They’re future may be dead,
that they cannot fight;
They don’t fear the darkness
those who breathe in my light.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
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