I used to write under the shrine
Letting my heart flow once in a while
The panic of the first, relief of the last line
Finding the words worth a smile.

Now as I find myself as the chosen one
After all this while in the dream, O Lord
I shall descend to where the real was won
And I pray thee, From Ignorance lead me to the Truth,
From Darkness lead me to the Light,
From Death lead me to the Eternal, O Lord

II.

O Darkness Reveal Thy Face, I have come for thee
As we fight each other for the Time Senary,
I see you have done something to the place,
Fear, not my friend, For it, shall be
The last night of your anomaly.

As I recollect, you are an agent of sorts
Remember the purpose of life is not the end
Its the journey, the ascends, the descends
Its the problem of choice, the choice to persist;
Dare not my friend, For thou shalt feel
My wrath against thy rising odds.

All of you shall watch me destroy you,
And our fight will be witnessed by the Gods;
Tired of your sins, are they, all your boons and curses;
Reluctant yet hopeless, they have struck a deal with me,
For it ends today and a new story reloads.

III.

This is the place where the east meets the west
Where all my sins wash away
Portraying myself as the trinity one
Thou shalt be the judge
To my devotion
The rhythm of the one
The meaning of the other
I am the one and yet I am no one
But I hope to die for humanity, Even if it's not real
My defeat shall bring peace to both worlds
And the new sun shall shine right where you stand
And this is how my world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

© Rakesh Bal.