Wounded Poem by Seema Aarella

Who wrote the soulful songs,
On night's tattered papyrus,
With dripping bloodied words,
From a slaughtered young heart.

Chased the moonlight,
Back into gloomy seclusion
Hung the moon to death
Orphaned the sky and stars.

Read the codes of doom
From the shrewd book of hell
Secretly crowned the Satan
And hailed the devil's law.

Scrapped the designed dreams
From inner walls of my eyes
Whitewashed them with tears
And nailed back eerie frames.....who?