A sonorous dirge sounded To the ears of the bereaved souls With a choking scent of death, A bout of unmoved solemnity, Young and vibrant he was murdered.
His room was found disarrayed An evidence of what transpired Fresh Blood trail smeared the neat marbles Snuffed out was his life force, But,he was dead and undead, A cognitive charisma of the undead.
The foreboding sense of doom looms Who would follow his trail to the Yama god?? We are null of safety and security The claw of death gropes on us When will this unending plague end???
