Fog grows, undisturbed and unkempt,
On the rose swirl, unpigmented,
Thorns and bloom lay await,
Frightened, towards nightly call
Song and trills, an unheard conundrum,
Of blood and lust, and a drone, the like,
Veiled by terror, an unholy sight,
The beacon crowd, a motley crew
Against the crows, starry dove,
Scales of fish, a heart of snow,
The lie vast, a truth slowly,
Blighted bright for a dim, lowly
Ink away the blotted white,
Lock away, golden key,
Spin around, putrid blood, disease bright,
Solitary wail, the paths loom
~S.Tharun(21BLA1029)