I was living in the dark,
With dancing demons around.
Hopes and butterflies,
None i found.
Even the dark ; extinguished the stars.
I was astound.

And then,
So bright and magnificent,
The moon unveiled.
With many scars,
But still a beauty mark.
Frightened the fear away.
And enlightened the stars.
'Who are you' as I asked;
Replied: 'Your other half.'

~Sweara Ahmed~

Don't tell her stories
Of hopes or lights.
For her;
These are just pretty lies.
Darkness is where she belongs.
Wearing the crown...sitting on throne.
Thy worship her...coz' she's the goddess.
In front of her, demons gather in throngs.


~Sweara Ahmed~