Blood’s last drop fell down
& the stone died; I moaned
Over the pains hitherto stored
The wolf’s dead; somebody howled
Light took over as the Shroud;
For the centuries old darkness
; The Shroud that frightens everyone
& takes a soul in distress!
Dead stone made its presence felt
By beating unconsciously inside
Pain, guilt, fear & regrets,
Are what inside it hides!
What’s written can’t be changed
& what’d changed was never written!
These facts made me get the stone hanged
& get rid of the Load, unbidden.
“I’d come back in another form’’
, said the hanged stone, mockingly!
‘’till the moment you wear humanity’s crown’’
, said it again, now slightly laughing!
I took the crown off my head
& with force threw it farther away!
And the rage that stone had inside,
For once, turned the stone blood red!
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