The Tempest


He's like the air you breathe
makes you feel its presence every where

So smooth and subtle you wouldn't even know its already in you
and it happens within a blink of an eye

His charm & godly gifts are so catchy;
they sound like a distant violin in the air

but we ain't falling for his spell and polished gifts
alike the morning mist that disappears before the dawn

but yet we tend to be like lost sheep mesmerized to his fair

but we ain't dumb like cattle, to follow its master who so blend-fully disguised tries to lead us to the wilderness
which blind folds us from the truth of life

but yet we need to battle the tempest till our very last breath
awaiting with open mind and fearless thoughts
to overcome destroy and trample over his deadly weapon so called death which we dread

but indeed "await with a smiling face to conquer death"
waiting to be driven by THE old dark caravan with black horses and over shadowed death which is eager to drive us to the valley of death!


but listen it ain't going to spare....!!!