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My dark opus: the tale of a wizard who discovers the secret to immortality (subtly, yet at the same time, deeply inspired by the hundreds of hours I spent playing the magnificent video game – The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim).
Enjoy …


Fearing of death if ye all be,
Or seeking glory everlasting as thy destiny,
Then learn from the timeless story of he,
Who wrought the key to immortality,
And won the wide-world with wise wizardry!
But all is not what all can be,
And this be the tale of his eternity –

Hailing from humble home of three,
Child of clever ingenuity,
A gentle friend and erudite youth,
Initiate of science, one could tell,
For callow genius though harried and mocked,
Raged fiery ambition ’neath tender shell.

Humanity abjured, now solitary, recluse,
Of arcane research, execution profuse!
Unrelenting arbour driven irreversible state,
Linear trajectory set, calculation of fate.

And one day, at dead of night,
Arcane knowledge came to light
Crippling efforts were not in vain,
Vindication for his disdain:
“Now the world my work shall know,
To Immortal Wizard, all shall bow!”

Here we reach the beckoning brink,
When Wizard returns to human land
Hidden gears begin to clink,
In master wizard’s master plan –

One hundred years of history fade,
Immortal, a wizard of commerce and trade
Wealthiest patron to have ever been,
E’en ascetics devout wear jealous grin.

One hundred years more do part,
Immortal, a wizard of science and art
Revelations spouting night and noon,
Revolution! Revered as mankind’s boon.

One hundred years the clock-hands clank,
Immortal, a wizard with general’s rank
Mankind’s foes bear deadly fate,
Face of world now changing state.

One hundred years of conquests stacked,
Immortal, a wizard of political tact
King o’ world-united, with mankind’s laud,
rose, apotheosis to living man-god!

One hundred years of fruitful rule,
Pinnacle peak of human race
Harmonious hearts beat in bliss,
’Neath the Wizard’s immortal gaze.

Master plan complete sans fault,
Now hidden gears creak to a halt …
Think ends thus Wizard’s timeless story?
Here not ye the zephyrs portending worry …

Immortal Wizard sighed over throne,
all conquered, life now merely droned
“Nothing to do, nothing new!
Penta-centenarian exhausted brain,
Think fast, lest I go insane!”

On ominous day, a stroll through the park,
Saw on branch perched tiny lark
Zephyr portending past him did flow,
Paroxysm! Struck down with deadly blow!
Sparked in him a feeling new,
Colourless life shone in bright hue
Twisted amusement through him did flood,
Like wild beast that tastes human blood.

Wizard donned infernal grin,
Unleashing death, destruction, sin!
Tortured screams echoed in pain,
Pleasuring twisted, immortal brain
Flames of life fast lost their light,
In Wizard’s sick, disgusting blight
Wisps of souls, sundered, took flight,
Like smoke of candles blown at night
Immortal, mad eyes glowing bright,
As great achievements turned to shite!
Wizard, pale, spectral death-wight,
Laughed as the world died in his sight
As a cascading house o’ cards that might,
Fill a child with utter delight!

Once green paradise, now black ash,
Wizard prowled the wasted land –
“Nothing lives to kill anymore,
No destruction, no tortured soul
Nor can I restart, rebuild,
All I see is barren, black field
Madness again creeps up mine spine,
And only one thing comes to mind –
I wish to die by my own hand!”

Rueful, Wizard jumped off a cliff,
Immortal, all he found was grief
Unsettled, Wizard held his breath,
Immortal, he could not achieve death
Terrorized, Wizard virulent-poison drank,
Immortal, still death he could not outrank
Hysterical, Wizard stabbed heart with knife
Immortal, he could not take his life.

Panic-stricken, tormented, mad Wizard
cried “Mercy! Help! What have I done !?”
Nothing answered his lamenting shriek,
Words fading faint on land wasted, bleak
Madness crawled through flesh and bone,
Madness cloaked him like a dome
Glinting knife stabbed heart again,
Madness allayed by searing pain.

Hell in brain, sands of time drain,
Glinting knife stabs heart again,
Screaming pain, sands of time drain,
Glinting knife stabs heart again,
Insanity’s reign, sands of time drain,
Glinting knife stabs heart again,
Again, and again,
and again,
and again …..

Fearing of death if ye all be,
Or seeking glory everlasting as thy destiny,
Then learn from the timeless story of he,
Who wrought the key to immortality,
And drowned in the abyss of insanity!
For all is not what all can be,
And this be the tale of his eternity ……




A dark poem inspired by the primal urge of thirst.  Enjoy …




Throat sore, tongue parched,

he sat under the blazing sun.

Dying for a drop of liquid life,

to soothe the awful, stifling burn.


With every breath, the fuming wind,

did scorch his flaccid, wheezing lungs.

With every passing moment, the scalding land,

did roast him like an earthen oven.

The rays of sunlight did feel,

like white hot needles piercing his flesh.

And through solar punctures and bodily orifices,

did leak his soul, vaporizing, set ablaze,

like a volatile, inflammable fluid substance.


Who needs mortal enemies?

when nature can get the job done with ease …

Into one’s life, the Dark Specter — harbinger of everything negative,

always finds a way …

Through death or simply through mere thirst,

she brings us into her sway ….


Head pounding, eyes flaring, blood boiling, skin smoldering, flesh melting,

Will breaking, consciousness evaporating, bathed in pain and despair,

Brain stewed in boiling cranial fluids,

Temperature heightened chemical reactions, neurons fired


In the sanctum of his final abode,

The primal instinct of thirst,

brought about heavenly hallucinations of hope:


A glass of cool, soft, sweet, sparkling water —

The trickling sound of the gentle liquid pouring;

Or a soothing, fruit juice cocktail —

The sound of crystal-clear, cold ice-cubes

splashing in the drink, clinking against the glass;

Or maybe some luscious, thick milkshake

topped with ice cream and a sweet sauce —

The sound of slurping shake through straw;

Or some refrigerated soft-drink,

In a sophisticated, compact, glass bottle,

Cool dew condensed on its surface —

The sound of a fizzy ‘pop’ and a glugging throat;

Swimming in a lake with a waterfall,

cool mist diffusing in a gentle breeze;

Thirst quenched,

emerging refreshed, rejuvenated, reborn …..


Fighting a war of immolation in this inferno,

desperately avoiding pyrolysis,

the simplest of urges – thirst,

brought about powerful emotions of hope and desire,

even in a state of total despair …

Conflicting emotions annihilated each other,

releasing all the feelings locked

in the confines of the mysterious mind –

a scream of insanity, and maddening laughter …


He had the tiniest trickle of the life giving elixir,

left in his almost-empty water bottle.

Inverting, he collected it in the bottle cap, and saw in it,

His reflection akin to man who’d been given a throttle.


Involuntary smacking of lips, but no saliva expelled,

by glands that were once full of a potent liquid,

which could dissolve food into life.

Now empty sacs, devoid of their substance,

like the state of his life, devoid

of love, friendship, happiness and

everything which the human condition deems good and desirable.


The pathetic husk of a creature brought his cracked lips

close to the tiny container and sucked the water …

One fleeting moment of hope and gratitude,

and tears of joy, but none came …


The final drink, it was insignificant,

He gulped fluid but could feel only air,

Liquid did not coat his tongue and throat,

No feeling of quenching thirst,

No feeling of cool water,


He choked on it and coughed

Cough! Cough! Cough!



His poor heart,

already weak from having to pump

dehydrated blood thick as paste,

could take no more …


It seemed that all the life-givers of the world,

Had turned against him (why? WHY!?)

The sun burned him, the earth scorched him

and the life-giving liquid sucked the life from him …


Dead he dropped, pathetic, wasted,

His bodily fluids sucked dry,

His flesh parched crisp, cracked, crumbled and dispersed,

His bare boned skeleton weathered, turned to sand,

Consumed by the land …


With his final drink, he died a pathetic loser,

full of regret …..