Just be silent, <br />There’s no point in talking when nobody’s listening, <br />Beautiful and violent, <br />How the cold and red rain is still glistening. <br /> <br />And the shadows that fall as I stare off in space, <br />Even they keep their distance, <br />To torment a soul surrounded in so sadistic a case, <br />Rarely provokes persistence. <br /> <br />So I lay here reclined, and in their radiance I rage, <br />Feeling nothing but their fear, <br />As expected the specters know their role on this stage, <br />They dare not draw near. <br /> <br />Innately I intend to iron out the ironies, <br />Perhaps now isn’t the time, <br />The shadows begin to circle in the most perfected of harmonies, <br />But I will keep what’s mine. <br /> <br />Finally, my senses begin to take their toll, <br />And I get to my feet, <br />My heart is pounding as I take my rightful role, <br />And the demons and I meet. <br /> <br />Because all that I have has already gone away, <br />Dead and naked on the floor, <br />I make all but one poltergeist pay, <br />And I refuse to fight anymore. <br /> <br />Impossible to persist upon so much pain, <br />In the darkness I am driven, <br />For adding some warmth to the cold and red rain, <br />The final fiend is forgiven.<br /><br />Twisted Moon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/raksha-bandhan-3/