A mortal resolve
Skin supposedly carved for a sole purpose
Throats and belly in constant lack
A just course in fore
Plagued with the incessant rigours of summer and winter
But a course in fore
Battling for her heart
The sole reason for his being.
An aggressive resolve
Blood flowed like in the Nile
Warlords equipped with unfriendly tactics.
Distance prevented his appearance
Carlifonia was his new lot
Previous efforts all brought to nought
Life’s contest lost to a subordinate
His trophy to another.
Woe! To man.
She gloried in his misfortune with rapt attention
His struggles became a public spectacle
Her beauty gave him a clown occupation
Her greed coveted all.
Woe! To the crux of the course
Senseless quest for True Love
A quick route to unripe demise
Appropriate distractions from reality.
Tilting still scales of nature
Despite this, men gathered hopes for future redemption
Aspirations of mild considerations
His sacrifice for the course.
A chase for shadows, his reward
A stab of futility incured.
Bitter galls disguised as salts
To feel that he was just one of ten slots.
Awake from his illusion,
she never slept on his king bed.
The harmony he once loved
His melody, his own foe.
Oh! How covetous
Too blind to deem her treacherous.
A fight with sword and shield, he
thought he conquered her in grand brand.
No! it was deception
His opponent was futility
The blades cut open the winds,
his rival somewhere far asleep.
The image is lucent
Compatible, the story not sent.
So his tears too lazy to roll,
he laments of the axiom.
With a crossed leg and wild grin,
she preferred his chase and chagrin
She knew of his futile efforts
Yet, enjoyed his new life in the past.
Authored by: Cristus