Splatter me dead!


07/04/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal

The sky was in its best
Of grey, yellow, orange,
Red and a dying fire.

The Sun lay afloat upon
The blurred horizon.
It awaited God’s will to
End its days prison.

The darkest grey lined the
Farthest sky
With fluffy white skins
Of a lonely lie.

Then came the lighter grey;
It was almost not there
As the darker brother
Pushed it away.

It was the golden yellow
That shined from far away
And lay siege over the
Lighter grey.

It spread its arms
Enveloping the sky
But to the bleary orange
Its share couldn’t deny.

The orange was there and it
Scared the golden hue.
It spread its beauty over it
And ruined it anew.

But it was the bloody
Red that really mattered.
It rose from the deepest
Pit of the dying master.

It arose with a searing flame
From the gaseous ball,
It scorched the platter
Of orange and golden’s gall.

It marched slowly into the
Arms of the grey
And battled with it till
It’s sinews flailed.

But suddenly it was caught
Under the elder’s stare.
By fighting the orange and
The golden and grey,
It weakened its hold on the
Masters bier.

And then the darkest colour
Lay assault to the shiny red.
It devoured it all: the colour and
The palette while the Master

The Sun lost its battle
And simmered into the Sea.
The Mighty Grey splattered itself
Across the weakening leagues.

It held onto the expanse of
The gigantic half,
And awaited its death
By counting the stars.

Siddiqui F.

Note: Paragraphs 1 to 12 was written at Marine Drive. Paragraphs 13 and 14 at work on 07.04.2014.

2 thoughts on “Splatter me dead!

  1. Tame SheWolf says:

    I love the imagery. Good job! 😀

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