Rico D'Silva


The Pathway Of Skulls

The lair of the damned, far from the sane
Beholden to a solitary mind inane
I roam through sinuously, tumultuous mists
Where blades wrestled with funerary wrists
Sodden, the ground so fruitlessly stained
With the blood of the listless ones ordained
The fool now roams, a profound wreck,
As craniums around, lie severed from the neck
Luck blooms in scant dereliction

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