A Cold Touch Poem by Mehrdad Dadkhah

As the strings of fate were intertwined another time.
I felt my eyes weight heavily, hearing an abyss-like rhyme.

Surfaced right before my eyes:
A tranquil cloudless night, shattered by battle cries.
A long extended night. no short of horrible sites.

Heared a calling from my soul
Demanding me to sacrifice.
Thousand demons and men I slayed
Abjuring my human rights.
As I had madness trail this path of mine, immersed got I, in countless lies.

Right on the heels of that, the darkness embraced my mind; having robbed my sanity, darkness left gloom behind

Chaos's showpiece was being played
Saw the vultures praising Lord.
And a priest that would-not-let-go.

Ravens were having a feast.
Some were rubbing a corpse.
Plains were decorated, by the blood and by the gores

I saw the death seeking a soul.
thought of leaving sprouted in mind.
Yet i was marked as its game.
And with no thought of giving a hand, standing in amidst of the plain, the priest, silently prayed.

As the icy touch of the death drew closer and closer.
Shattered this dream of mine. alas! the death had closed in.