Demonic bustard

Look at me now,

Living on dark odors from the past,

Vexing the very purpose of life.

A damning existence,

Of a bustard yet survived.

Baptized by the shadows of abhorrence,

And offered to the lords of the dark…

Life thus condemned-

To the gods of the abyss…

And so is the story-

Of a forsaken child turned demon.



this was actually one on my earliest works, i was young and still discovering life, At the moment of my writing I held mainstream meaning to the words good and evil. demon and angel... and thus the basic context in which they have been used in this short piece. Of course as i grew up the understanding of the words changed and this piece got new meaning.