Nachiketa Deb

The Darkness He Gave

The mention of name, sends shivers up spine,
The golden sun fades, as your armour it shines.
The flowing mane clouding, a face full of wrath..
A battle-cry sounds, as you walk through the path.
Death-wish passes through, the foes, who stand,
The aura of might, sends a chill through the land.

Thousand flaming hearts they were, the army of foe,
Flashing sword struck death, to thousands, no more.

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