Poetry

The Piper’s Warning..

When Hamelin town refused to pay
The Piper for his song that day,
A warning whispered on the breeze:
Be wary when you break decrees.

His tune had driven rats away,
And yet, the town would not repay—
They mocked the man who held the flute,
Forgetting how his charm took root.

With bitter smile and eyes of fire,
He raised his pipe, the notes climbed higher.
The children followed, soft in prance,
Enthralled with every step, each dance.

To hills and mountains, far from sight,
They vanished in the fading light.
No gold, no plea could bring them back,
For debts unpaid leave lasting lack.

So heed this tale of Hamelin’s plight:
Be true in word, or lose the light.
For promises, once left to stray,
May lead what’s dear so far away.

2024 ©️

Poetry

The Dark Dreamer

In the deep where dark tides creep,
Cthulhu stirs in restless sleep.
Beneath the waves where silence reigns,
In sunken city, bound by chains.

His eyes are closed, yet still they see,
The stars align, his destiny.
The world above in fleeting grace,
But soon will quake in his embrace.

The sea is calm, but whispers low,
Of ancient dread that dreams below.
His slumber thin, a breath, a sigh,
A thousand souls shall rise and die.

The earth will crack, the skies will bleed,
As Cthulhu wakes to mortal need.
A shadow vast, a mind untamed,
His power calls, the world is claimed.

Yet for now, in dark repose,
He waits, he dreams, as madness grows.
The time will come, the stars will shift,
And Cthulhu shall from depths be lift.

©️ 2024

Poetry

The Mother’s Mistake

Born from soil, from stars, from sea,
Yet unlike all, they came to be.
With minds that reached beyond the skies,
Had hands that built, and tongues that lied.

They rose from earth with prideful claim,
To bend the world, to carve their name.
But in their rise, they left behind
The gentle pulse of Nature’s mind.

The rivers cried, the forests thinned,
The air grew thick, the seas were pinned.
For what was green, they burned for gain,
And in their grasp, came endless pain.

Machines and cities, steel and fire,
Their endless wants, their deep desire.
They took too much, they gave too little,
Their hearts of stone, their souls so brittle.

The sky now fades, the earth now groans,
And yet they stand upon their thrones.
Blind to the wounds they fail to see,
The greatest flaw in Nature’s tree.

Oh, Mother Nature, did you weep
To see your children fall so deep?
For what you birthed with love and care,
Became a burden hard to bear.

Perhaps in time, they’ll learn to bend,
To heal the world, their ways amend.
But until then, with hearts opaque,
They’ll wear the mark—your grand mistake.

2024 ©️