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The Collector



THE COLLECTOR

The abyss of my life,
Where the starlight dimmed gray,
Was lit by a golden gleam,
Emanating from a dark gateway.

Drawn I stepped onto the jagged path,
Deaf to the cries of pilgrims before,
He emerged from the shadows,
An unlikely friend, in the evil core.

Clad in the night sky,
With eyes bearing a villainous past,
Freezing me mid stride,
‘Heed my words. Mercy He none hast !’

"Your light has faded,
Eclipsed by misfortune n fate,
But if weak to endure,
Walk through the black gates."

"It is not a peaceful world yonder,
Prevails there desire and sin,
This is the time to ponder,
For the choice is yours to give in."

I thought..... and it came,

Happiness and fulfillment, a desire to all,
Cannot be claimed in heaven or hell,
But on earth where reside the saint and the sinner,
Is where my light shall shimmer.

Turning my steps away,
I questioned his purpose,

"I am His collector" he said,
"I sold my soul to Him,
To you I, another chance, bring
To save your soul from sin.”

“I may in hell’s fire burn,
I may be Devil’s brethren,
Yet, I am Human
I am Human.”

Ayushman

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