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The (Crown) Prince of Death

Sandeep Bhattacharya

Dark deserted streets, desolate offices, vast emptiness Death comes calling , knocking down doors with its touch,
devoid of life, life vanished into thin air, all but for the the rancid odor of a cadaver, flailing with its unending wail,
eerie sound of silence, this earth has turned into a the crown prince and his legion of ruthless but unseen
hearse, and cometh the crown prince of death , the mercenaries bring down their wrath, relentless in its pursuit.
unshrouded, unmasked and menacing marauder
saddled on his dark headless horse, galloping across Gods are having a wild laugh from up above,
lands, far and wide, his agonizing smother “look my finest creation“,cowering like insects,
laying mankind to waste, all in his path wither and die, Caged within their four walls, gripped with fear,
a deathly whisper fills the air, the Bogeyman is here. their biggest test in a millennia, to survive this plague,
rise again in hope, dispel doubts and live again, FREE!
The prince was born in a tube, so say some urban legend,
Borne by humans with white coats they say, an experiment
that befuddles all conception, born out of the evil’s sight and
on a frantic dash on the road to imminent destruction.
The mighty have fallen in his wake, no machines,
no army, this unstoppable plague has conquered all,
Wars of Boundaries, Battle for supremacy, all that
are inconsequential, history has been rewritten,
the all-powerful human is being brought to his knees.