Shunning the sun,
She becomes the night’s serenity;
Riveting the desires
by her rancorous elegance
Having pulchritudinous tresses
and sparking hazel eyes,
She is one ferocious wanton
with angelic severity….
From the dark misty nights
to the first orange gleam;
From the rustles in the full moon,
to the chanting in morning’s cold breeze;
The morbid seduction continues,
followed by the dreadful bloody end
Being an eve of destruction,
a harbor of desires,
a chapter of obscurity
and an epitome of doom
For adept necromancy in the blackest art
For her carnivorous realm alluding to eternity,
Being a horrendous verse
in the book of occult seeking blood
engulfing flesh
unleashing death
She quenches
Her . . . .
MALEFIC THIRST
© Hrishikesh Padhye
Excerpt from the book “Echoes And Consequences”
http://www.ctupublishinggroup.com/hrishikesh-padhye.html
⢠Also available on Amazon.com by Title
Photo Credit: © Mark Andersen/Rubberball/Corbis

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Written by young Author Hrishikesh Padhye