The king of darkness called me a year ago,
Making me drink rufescent blood from
The wine chalice every night.
Forcing me to breathe
a life overflowing with weed.
Asking me to breathe
The silence in chateau lobbies.
Making me listen the wails and the cries
of the innocent.
Not letting it engulf me further,
I darted away from it.
But it caught me again.
Leaving my nights slumberless.
The ghosts haunted me every night,
with their shadows dancing on the walls.
They called me again today,
But this time the king wanted me to
taste
the garden of death.
-Khushi :)