Messenger of death

Shattered is the shield of the earth

For comes the devil himself

Out of the fiery hearth

The messenger of death himself

Hot from hell and freshly burning

Comes the flag of skull and bones

The ghosts and evil spirits celebrate his returning

With a purpose of erasing humanity

Comes death himself

To this weak mortal realm

To pack human souls on his ivory shelf

Comes angry, fiery death himself

The burning devil, with his fire chain

Throws chaos, destruction and annihilation

Dead bodies are everywhere, lain

Once alive, now soul-less

The world burns, people die

As the havoc unfurled, works its anarchy

The dogs of hell make the world fry

And when it is all done, the devil,

And his dogs return to the depths of hell

With destruction in his path, and the

Dawning of a fresh corruption-less human era!

:-C.S.Sailendra

The View Of The Morning

As I lay half asleep on a cold winter morning

I could, from my glassy frame see

The moon of the night, absconding

To give way, to the daylight’s key

The yellow sphere started the ascend

And the stars began fading away,

In the bright sky, the clouds did commend

The day-creator’s triumphant ray

I arose to see the river below flowing past

The clarity showed by the visible river bed

Into the serene scene was I cast

Into the sky, the outline of birds was fed

Everything appeared to be

As if an invisible hand was moving here and there

Making all that I could see

Come alive into a landscape so fair

The trees were so evergreen

And the grassy plains were just like

That from an artistic work that I had once seen,

Indeed I could guess heaven was almost alike!

Unlike the other humanly things I would,

In everyday life observe, scorning

The thing bringing me much joy, is and should

Be, the view of the morning!

: -C.S.Sailendra