"Wings of Truth" - by Roman Ahsan

“WINGS OF TRUTH”

By Roman Ahsan – [February 20, 2010]

I set out very late in the dark,

Seems as if I am left with ample spark

Mirrors just crash in my path,

Still I carry on with a laugh

The moon shines brightly up there,

The wolves run around everywhere

The pond offers little joy,

The bats appear to annoy

The air has a peculiar chill,

I think I have to go for the kill

All of a sudden, I hear a cry,

Perhaps it could be a spy

My sword hangs down my side,

While I try to nurse my pride

I see a light in front of me,

It goes beyond that mango tree

I walk with all my might,

The night doesn’t give me any fright

The journey might never end,

This festival I must attend

Heroes or villains, life is not just about them

Spirits could be carried by just ordinary men!