Friday, September 08, 2006

REBEL OF MY PAST



...somewhere fighting for glory

the prize was so beautiful
plundered and broke
many a precious friends

...chased her into the nightmares
fed on her limp body
smiled and conquered all
only to lose my mind

...lived for a lonely death
celebrated a burial of hopes
still alive in her pitch black eyes
was stopped the rebel forever

...changed the world
an illusion they say
"for destiny never changes"
smirked the evil king

...remembered in breaths of spirits
ramblings of grey and old
wishes and milestones come atlast
but she cries for her rebel past