The Bitter The Better

   

    Dark was the time, but not my soul,

   Atrocity the one , first hit my goal;

   Afraid of the day, I hid in a bottle,

   And bunch of thick heads,put me to throttle ;

   Was I the knight, confronting a legion,

   With bow and a sword and in the battle ? 

    Fighting for violet and for religion,

    Drenched in yellow, covered with mottle;

    How deeper the wounds, does it matter ?

    Agony is benign, the bitter the better.

                                                 - ακhιl βhαrdωαj