Poison

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“I welcome the poison”, he said.
“To purge myself of things undead.”

Drops trickled down the well of vitality,
Counting down days of unchanged mentality.
Monsters and demons crawled through hell’s fissures,
The ravages of time bore no well-wishers.

Vines of blight tore across skies and meadows,
Blinded by light in a world of shadows.
Silent screams of remorse hailed the reaper’s arrival,
Flesh against blood; a war for survival.

Staved off did he, oblivion’s edge,
In love lent ear to his soul’s pledge.
Meticulously recast was he into the shape of reform,
Bloodied blades of courage ready for sun or storm.

“I see now past ephemeral desire,” he said.
“Hope burns within me, fiery red.”

Inspired by a conversation with Kshitij Verma.