THE SMOKEY BERSERKER

The Smokey berserker is death in skin,
The way he devours lifes, his work is sin,
Rulers of gladiators and the lord of gallows.
Share his lily colored snowy heart.
And his agile thought surely kills an angel,
When even a cherubin’s smile is not accepted.

But still is he invincible!
Did he gets his courage from those wars,
Then why oh lord why you gave him beauty,
Beauty, which is skin deep,
Then why you gave him the voice of a lark,
Which threatens to sing death songs.

Are these the signs that he might transform?
Or it is meant that devil is a better creator,
Why those eyes are so deceiving,
That innocence finds no room to escape,
Does any psalm is written for him,
And any rose to color his heart.

Is there any river to drown his beauty-laden vesture?
And any harmful wind to harm his body,
And if not lord please create an angel,
Who surpass him in art and looks?
For nothing ugly will surpass this devil within,
To kill that soul wrapped in godly glow.

There must be some reason for his creation.
That my human mind cannot think of,
Or did he is destined to kill only those who are sinners,
And we humans are no sinless beings,
Is he your incarnation to bring the end of the world?
And if yes keep him as he is, but transform our minds,
And give us a chance of existence to live a life,
Devoid of sins and adorned by his beauty.
Keshie(1st oct,)