THE HARBINGER


The orange red sky,
Azure ocean,
The fallen vessel,
Cacophonic silence,
Unknown figures of dead,
Time running ahead
Scared of death,
An eerie stillness,
Fiery, gory red environs,
Breeze stinking of death,
Of rotting flesh
Stuck somewhere 
May be beneath the golden sand,
Still waves,
Lifeless,
Melancholic clouds,
Wanting to cry out
At the still scene,
Once lively and serene,
Now laden with the spirits
Of sadness,
Full of emptiness 
The sun dips in a red vacuum,
Sad at the lifelessness
The lost cheerfulness;
But as soon as did the cool moon shone,
Somewhere near the crow's nest,
On the bowsprit, 
Flew in and sat a crow,
Bringing in new signs of life,
A harbinger of fresh, cheery spirits.

©Madhumita