Bhavjot Singh thanks for the tag but what a challenge you gave me
I fall, at the mercy of the Stygian's hilt
like a dutch angle, my world takes a tilt
the truth soaks my body, a spreading blood stain
my ears take the words like daggers, in pain
loud echoes reverberate down my spine
what a fool I was to think all’d be fine
Soul Words The Adult Orphan priya prachi — my last line is your first
Thanks Naman for tagging me:
But let me conquer miles before I sleep,
Basking in glory before I am reaped. For my triumph in wreath, my exultation,
Basking in glory before I am reaped.
For my triumph in wreath, my exultation,