To You My Love

Pitter patter the raindrops litter
 The heavens do drench the earth.
Moulded with passion, obscured in emotion
 I drip with glee and mirth.
Here's the hectic call from clouds
 That reign the darkened sky
She drives me frenzied; my soul titilates
 Compares me to a gadfly.
Allured I am to your benign love
 To you my love tonight
Float in my dreams O beauteous maiden
 I glow in your enchanted light.
Your breath does chant the hymns of love
 Seduce the unperturbed mind.
The lips do spill the fountain of lust
 Kisses too genteel and kind!!
Slake your thirsts in the stream of love
 And bathe thy refined self.
Love among us is a stupendous giant
 Been fostered from a newborn elf!

The Soul's Sorrow

He was granted a wish to grow once again,
 A boon in the form of a disguised bane.
A rebirth it seemed, resplendent in its kind.
 A will to God his soul did sign.
A stroll on Earth with frantic mortals
 It sought for refuge within the portals.

It touched the buds that bloomed to flowers,
 Gamboled the parks and met the lovers.
Swam the ponds and blew the kisses
 To beautiful women at evening masses.
Time got frittered with drain of hours
 Gambling at the docks beneath the towers.

Then one day his peace went void!
 Laden with grief, his joys were destroyed.
A walk back to Heaven with beggary at heart
 Sacrilegious in feeling, his sanctity marred.

God was resting with arms at fold.
 In His majestic throne adorned with gold.
The soul did plead for its former state
 Little did it know of being caught in the bait.
God did wake and shrewdly smiled,
 Cleared His throat and mournfully sighed.
With zest He spoke, a frown on His brow,
 "Sorry little friend, its too late for now."
 

When Death Calls

 The stars do shimmer in the majestic sky
As if gripped with an unspoken ennui.
 The hounds do bark, a murderer slips by
The grasshopper weaves its nocturnal lullaby.
 An ember is burnt in the devil's urn
A prayer is cited from the church lecturn.
 The king does rest, a peaceful snore.
A knife creeps in through Majesty's door!
 The wounds are laid on His royal heart
Body and soul do mournfully part!
 Yonder in the east a child does weep
The seal quells, an aristocrat takes a leap.
 Hush! Someone knocks at the door.
Is it a wind or the ghost of Lennore?
 The end draws near for death stands close.
To perish humanity the gods have chose.
 Peril is roused by a ding dong bell
Awake O Earth! It is our death knell!