When he returned that silent night,
He was welcomed with a tragic sight.
A scene which no one would like,
His beloved's head, on a spike.
He dropped his sword and let out a cry,
An unknown voice said, "I'll tell you why. ".
With painful eyes, he saw above,
On a branch, perched a pure white dove.
" You went ahead, and killed my kin,
And now you should pay for that sin.
A thousand years you shall spend,
Until you can meet your end.
From your eyes will pour out blood,
For the souls to leave the mud.
To repent is too late,
No longer will time for you shall wait.
Heed the words that have been said,
For now you shall walk the path of the undead.
YOU ARE READING
The Boy who cries blood
PoetryA story written in the form of verse, I'll post a part a day, enjoy :). Note: This sonnet is dedicated to my friend Athir, I miss you bud. Hope you're happy up there.
