BLACK and CRIMSON

Creepy crawling child of fate

Sinister being alive till date

Hidden in the darkness

Lurking in blind alleys

Spilled from earth’s guts

Black- clad with crimson socks

Tiptoes to each one’s door

Are you in there?

Time to take you home

It’s me

The beast of prey

Craving for nothing

But the breath in thee

Curses on my head

To take a soul a day

So I go soul-searching

And till I find

My home abhors me

                                                                   II

The man in the diner cries

I think I ate something not nice

He’s here to take me

In black cloak and crimson socks

A glass of water cannot cure

For this fate has sealed my future

The cancer-stricken mother sobs

The doctor says I can live some

Then one morning

Little Jenny comes to cuddle Mama

And serve up some cookies

“Look what I made for you”

Yet only last night

The creepy being knocked

And came in

And took Mama home

Yet Old Grandpa

Smiling satisfiedly

Expecting the black and crimson visitor

Even names his bed in his honor

‘Death bed’

And soon Grandpa breathes his last

And breathes no more

The sinister visitor was here

And is now gone

                                                                          III

Oh Visitor why are you so cruel?

Why not, when my abode is in hell

Yet you make many weep

And steal many fast before time

Yes Yes for I am death, this dark door

The unexpected expected visitor

In and out, before any can know

With my prey in hand, something up for show

I take both young and old

I am inconsiderate, blind and old

Clad in black with crimson socks

I am alive yet I take lives

For I am banished to this hideous job