On God’s Altar I stand-
And passed to me,
I take and drink red wine,
In a silver goblet with golden rivulets engraved,
Written in a tongue not known to me…
In front of me a giant waterfall,
Wine in the colour of blood flowing in front of me
From a source only "heaven" beholds, me supposed…
Behind me a thorned carpet,
Piercing every limb that walks upto the altar,
Like mine, numbed by the incessant red roar
of the Boss Chimera and his league…
I do not sweat, nor fatigue engulfs me,
I just stand, and I just see
vision but no feel…
Here I am in a dream,
On a bed of broken shells,
All glistening like an old Greek sea's
mythical lost pearls…
Here I am,
Where everyone laughs,
Ghastly demented, and soulless zombies…
Here I am,
At a place called God’s own Altar,
And hear only wails and screams
of afterlife's ghouls and hags…
All there is,
Is just empty hollow me
a shell of my body,
a zombie with no zeal…
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju
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