Sunday, 10 November 2013

Kings of Sand Castle By Asjl Khan

Brittle bones, throne of thorns
Laid the man who once ruled
Tears descending from wrinkled face
Once stood upon the human race

Scratching the wall with bloody nails
Preclude the past, rest ashore undone
Hand once rocked the cradle, depreciated
Love lost not found, thy hate is inflated

In blinding power lurked no fear
Time stores no debts, in fact reciprocate
The blood he spilled, sons he lynched
Soul intact but agonized, flesh and bones emancipate

Masked as valor, hides deviousness
Lured imbeciles to portray horror
Those who forget they will die

No one can save them even their mother’s cry

Written By,

Asjl Khan