By Diva Malviya
All hope abandon, ye who enter this dread gate,
As errant drops descend in a mournful, empty state.
A duel arises where blades entwined
Reflect the clash of mortal fate confined.
Amidst these sepulchers of swords,
The beast within, quelled by sacred words.
O youth, epitome of fleeting strife,
Now find thee upon the fragile edge of life.
Beneath the stars, a sky shared yet torn,
A trove of desires, by destiny worn.
A masquerade where the guilty dance,
Two realms ignite in death’s expanse.
But as night of crimson wanes away,
Hope and despair in silence lay.
By Diva Malviya
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