Aftermath

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The Curse wasn't a written thing
It was a plan
To renovate the evil being
Punishing a particular clan.

Among which too there were specific Drawn as to who will bear
The pain prolific.

Elders were a group
Who managed to escape death
Without any troop.

This wasn't enough to satisfy their heart
They wanted to shoot a dart
Not with arms but from the back of their mind
Capable enough to redefine rivalry and fury for all mankind.

Their egos were destroyed
When a couple of young ones listened and declined
To the words of wisdom
That resided only within some.

The Alphas became
Their aim
And the rest of the people
Plain collateral.

Elders called out an Assembly
To water the plants of misery
Stating, Existence of law and order
Is possible only when there is one commander
Only one True Alpha one man of pride and honour
Who will have everyone standing beside him in his corner
Can lead you all to the same peace
We once cherished.

Interruptions came out
'Will the leader be called out by a lucky card?'
Another made a shout
'Will he be a Vampire or a Wizard?'

Under strange circumstances, as a lot got said
The Assembly was disbanded.

The talk spread alongwith unrest
Like a fire in the forest.

Elders further aggravated
The situation giving rise to hatred
Their success
Could be marked by smirk on their faces.

Situations started to go out of control
The Alphas joined hands in the mix of the whole
Their alliance marked further protest
Clearing that this crowd wasn't there for a fest.

The step towards unison
Led to further division
Into two families
Macabres & Haldanes.

Devilish thoughts and false statements
Rumours of collaborations
Ended the only hope of kinship
And turned it into the ultimate rivalship.

The Elders blew a wind
Fools made it a storm

Elder's theory was quite simple
Death is quite inevitable
But immortality is still achievable
Sow the seeds of hate
Fools make sure your name never follows the term 'late'.

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