The Poisoned Sword of Desire :Every Moon Sets -04
You stabbed me
From behind
My shapeless image
With the most dreadful
Weapon of the ages.
The knife of shadows
Slaying me behind
The brightest shrine.
You were the pale priest
Making me quiver
With the pain
Of centuries of
Forced widowhood.
Till I trembled
Like a blue animal
In the wisp of coldness
Poisoned with lonely
Swords of desire.
Subhas Chandra Chakra
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