THE FALLEN KIN.

THE FALLEN KIN

As dusk sets in and the sun sets over the horizon;

A hue majestically spreads over the dark of night;

Resplendent over the clouds like nimbus;

Divine in its heavenly stupor;

The shadows of moonlight bow in awe;

Jealous of its splendor he drew his sword, the mighty Orion.

The hue bragged of its invincibility and exaggerated its space;

“This is my firmament” Orion cried in anger and summoned his lights;

Bold he was, his blade ready to slash;

But the iridescent hue sat unwary, Subtle in its looks but a proud ace;

The ill-tempered constellation has now sinned;

Drew his sword and slashed his friend;

Content he was, his morals wasted;

Selena cried in grief;

“oh mighty Orion he was the son of  Helios”;

The mighty Orion had slaughtered his kin;

His sword fell from his bold grip;

Cursed himself “never shall I be so bright”;

I have betrayed my existence forever in paradise;

I shall take this sin to my crypt;

And so ended the tragedy;

Full of beauty and misery;

With wounds which will sour in time;

As darkness charges without a Lyam;

       --ARUN DEV KUMAR.