By Pragun Sharma
Unleashing the ancient powers
Buried at the core of the cave
As the thundering fire showers
All the living shall pay
With the rise of the dead
Just like the prophecy said
May the darkness flourish
But at what cost?
The evil shall nourish
They know what they have lost
And will always strive contention
As they fulfill their redemption
The sky will tarnish
And the land may forge
The naïve may banish
The sinful shall watch
The mountains will decay
As the water chokes
Until they claim their doom
They shall never perish
Shall not be placed in a tomb
At last, this is what they wish
With the utmost grandeur of the wicked
They intend to never stop
By Pragun Sharma
Beautiful poem.
Remarkable
🤩well written super
Very well written
Great work