Vampire: A Dedication to Dark Warriors
By M Osama Shahzad
With a smile on her face, holding stick of fortune, she walks with the remaining fragile honor of her; with head held high and sword outta scabbard as if she’s ready to kiss blood.
Life is tough and people are mean; life isn’t fair and she has to deal with all that sickness outside with people ejaculating the hatred inside. But no, she isn’t like that. There is something else behind her eyes; and her smile’s containing the fire, burning inside, perfectly. No one can see the rising tides; No one can see the approaching night. For them she is so beautiful, so perfect and lovable, they admire her and she is exemplary; and her happiness jealous others often, even though it’s only their own happiness that causes their pain.
But there is someone on the inside who heard the whispers; who fired up those dark flames and kept the factory of mystery running. Unfairness, broken dreams, unhappiness and open wounds are her fuel. The queen of the dark, the true ‘her’ is bold; she is powerful, she has the power to consume everything outside. She often takes over and burns all the reds and blues and again goes in after ruining the ruins, charging the uncharged. Waiting for the climax of episode to show its magic to show the power of her existence, with long teeth, dark eyes, feathers as dark as raven’s and eves as red as blood itself. Her heart beats like it will open up the chest and the fire it contains inside will burn down those humongous mountains of ego in an instant & will take over all the useless beatings and throw them deep in valleys of hell; letting the red flow, letting the darkness sweep over and crown it.
She, once the queen of fairies, now rules everywhere she want. She destroyed the limit itself and transformed not because she has to but when the goodness was taken advantage of and killed by someone she trusted with the blood spilled in her feet and raised to her head, which gave her new powers; powers to fly to new boundaries and make whatever she wants to.
In those layers of darkness and power, there is that fairy shivering because of all the useless idiotic races of “what and who?” And “whatsoever”. In such pomp and shows daily thousands of souls lose their pride and feed their souls to devils. Unlike those weaklings, she is strong, she will be strong. With the sword of divine, she’ll cut the fire with fire and bath with the unholy blood.
Divine is there sitting on his seat of Justice, waiting for the results interestingly. Sometimes nature wonders if these wars between weaklings ever end. If there will be any warlord to hold the vampires from the deep hell up. Will ever the fairy may rise again, playing harps; dreaming and surrounded with happiness and love.
Dedicated to the countless Dark Warriors
May the time soon be on your side.