Accursed

Love loses its way through the complicated wandering of a heart adamantine

Crouching along the imposing arches and derelict pillars, it’s an unusual predicament

Cryptic glances misinterpreted, some weird tales are woven with incendiary sentiments

Base concupiscence diminish the soul of love into an apparition with malevolent feelings

For, the arches may twist and pierce the crouching spine like a cunning marksman

In excess hues, love is disguised in some otherworldy imaginations of a bewildered mind

Fading lights scream, their echoes send some chilling messages to dishonoured love

~Amitav