GRIM MEMORIES

(Of bits and bites...)

Within these dark crevices,

An old music strikes a replay note,

On the chords of pain.

(Invading forces...)

Hostile troops seethes through the narrow crevices,

Of bits and bytes,

Sauntering deeper into the darkest region,

With playbacks of red-slaughter-

Where dreams of Dreams,

Dreams dreams of horrific conviction,

And bodies upon bodies stinks acrid sickness.

(Of bits and bites...)

When the crevices,

Becomes stricken by venoms from the mist of time,

Dreary and grimly,

To become slaves to the days of yore.

Pondering thickets,

Of unfair sentences.

Re-collections,

Whose armed forces

Razes the rampart of time,

To uncover wounds,

In broken images of broken vows and broken ties.

(Indelible tapestries...)

Never to be forgotten,

We yield,

When our memories,

Becomes bits,

That bites our soul.

#El_Magnifico™

[[Published in "Raven Cage Poetry and Prose Ezine (Issue 13)"]]