By Parizo Van Thulare
Bitter or sweet
I'ts life after all
Cherry or chilly
I will find my all
Sunny or stormy
I will stand tall
If sloughy, I will crawl
Steeper or concave
I will find a way even if I fall
This too is temporarily
God ,I will answer when you call
I won't stop now
I accept my fate and all my flaws
Thick sloughy forests taunted the eerie moonlight,
Rancid rivers flooded into slimy reeking pits,
Acrid fumes streamed out from mucilaginous black holes,
Violent vibrations shook the fragile godforsaken plateau,
Evil voices bellowed from bald mountains,
Large grotesque images scrawled on treacherous paths,
Shimmering stone circles blinded me with dazzling lights.
I continued my epic journey, braving all odds,
Nature envied my audacity as I conquered the distant summit.
Horrendous sounds, suddenly jarred me to the bone,
Evil talons squashed my tired leaden legs,
Lying on the death door, I heard a voice,
“Lucy, get some antiseptic, this bloody ant bit me.”
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