Realise

He shuffled down
The last remaining steps
Getting hastily out
Of unfathomable depths…
Was too choking up there
The smell, the sight,
The lowliness, the fight…

He had dreamt
Of the peaks those days
He had heard
Myths and stories…
Seen fleeting glimpses
Of grinning teeth
And heard distant sounds
Unreal, frenetic laughter,
More or so it seemed…

And so he wanted
To reach up ahead…
Up up and above
Every waking hour
Choosing the wheels
Of that grim, harsh realization…

As the seed thrived
Into an oak tree,
The man first smelt
The killing spree…
A rose and a dagger
Everyone carried,he saw
Using them alternatively
With the falling bodies,
Their smiles did grow…
The laughter was maddening,
The silence, saddening
The grins became cacophony
How he hated
Power lust and money…

The snake turned and slithered
Up for the final blow…
It was too late
By the time he could know
He had a rose in a hand.
And blade through his chest
Truth shining bright,
His eyes darkening the rest…
Realizing everything,
He ran for his life…
Burst and gone
Was his bubble of strife…

The wound was healed,
Scarred memories stood there…
Though,dusk had broken,
Only the night remained.