BIGOTRY

I snatched the rhymes
Of alluring muse,
I cleft the chimes
Of hymning gurus
To guard the dullness of your tunes.

I plucked the shades
Of arc that gleams,
I poisoned the taste
Of soothing streams
To paint the scenes
Of your ominous dreams.

I buried the moon
Behind wreath of fumes,
I quenched the lights to make you rule
All those nights of dread and gloom.

I scratched the face
Of a mirror you gazed
Into, that tried to reflect
Your hidden malice.

I crushed the beaut rose
That made you envious: Lo!
I ruined all your rivals
So called beauty idols.

_______NOCTURNAL