Enigma of a Soothsayer

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Enigma of a Soothsayer
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You are under spell
From some long years
That made you
Hollow Inside
Your neck is in spasms
You don’t digest properly
Your heart is out of track
So your nights are haunting
You have been fed with
Blown upon milk
Casted in black magic
So and so of your
Relatives are jealous of you
Embedded inside the chest
Of a fried pigeon
Lies a blown upon nail
Rusted from years
But wrought in darkness
Buried under a birch tree
Inside a grapeyard
Necromancers don’t possess
Any innate ability of holding back
The elements of sorcery
Instead they grow up in time
Of incessant demand
Mastering to rein the dull hearts.
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© ® Kawsar Khalil

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