Sunday, December 15

“The fatal Rendezvous”

En route to the destination sacrosanct,
The journey stumbles upon a sacrilegious path.

The journey asserts hope in holy,
But, the destination 'dusky' cuddles the path 'elite',
As if, the unholy Satan titillates in winter on beach.

The journey mourns the shattered Sabbath.
The ghosts are real now, the rendezvous fatal.

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