THE DOOM

The lightening struck the land.
cloud cracked to pour water all over ,
the princess is wary of the thunder
and as she hussled back to the castle,
she stopped and stooped around.
The waves hit the rocks and break to the shore.
the thorns lit up the sky
stepping over them her feet bled.
the blood stains on the leaves ,
as the flowers watched in despair ,
their petals start to die off.
As they bloomed with her and doomed with her,
she gasped in her breath,
and try to reach up the bridge ,
to climb up the tower .
and the burning passion lit up the fire .
The thunderstorm roared it away .
The sound of the eclipse,
or gloom in her face,
hiding the moon,
The icy breeze that swayed her way in the wind,
As her dove white dress,
wrapped her around to make her fly like an angel ;
she turned and ran
as the doom callled her
she begged her feathers to take her to the wind.
she screamed to fly
but gave away her wings
and laid to rest ..


Tanya Ghosh
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