Tryst With Evil

 

Dark Dreary Damp alleyways

 

I treaded.

 

Bloody Gory Musty Nights,

 

I wistfully searched.

 

Insanely, Immaculately, Intricately.

 

For Evil.

 

At last I found it,

 

A myriad of grinning faces, evil,

 

As I stood all alone,

 

At a mirror shop,

The Evil in me

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6 thoughts on “Tryst With Evil

  1. “Dark Dreary Damp” , “Insanely, Immaculately, Intricately ” use of alliterations there, exceptionally awesome.
    The count(bahar) of the words in a poem is also perfect. This is technical stuffs.

    Coming to the imagination and use of words – Beautiful.
    Poet has convinced me that in away every devil resides within himself/herself.

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