The throne of titans made of my bones,
The moment it's touched,the sleeping beast would raise its head..
The pieces of chess,laid in time,it's just waiting,to move..
Slowly touching you and passing by,the wind mocked at your fooly..
Chess,an intricate interesting game..
Needs some patience..
Some calmness and sweetness to be distributed..
Slowly drinking from the breast of darkness,the milk of darkness,
As if a delicacy..
Waiting for the end of you,with all the love in my heart..
A natural death,but the tragedy of you would begin..
The forgotten star of past..
In the snow covered land,buried lies the debt of tear..
That is slowly crawling close,as you step forward to your doom..
A lover's love,would ofcourse chop the hands,that touched you..
But what if you are the whore,then whose hand would be chopped I wonder..
It's just words of fate?
Fate of conquerer,is always tragic my love..
