Wednesday, November 5, 2014

A Revenge Story

Light eyed peasant boy, fell by a she-wolf, lay bleeding in the desert sun.
"Water", he whispered into the heat.
A shadow loomed over him.
He heard the chime of a canister.
A few cool drops trickled onto his lips and dribbled over, moistening his parched mouth.
He felt an understanding hand observe the torn flesh.
"Who are you?",he asked feebly.
"Nobody."
"Why.."
"I'll let it bleed.", the stranger cut the boy short.
"No ! please.."
The shadow took away the water from him.
Then whispered into his ear,"I'll let it bleed so that the angst breeds on your open wounds;
 It will fester in your being, colouring your purpose, infesting your resolve.When venom runs in your veins, you will do anything to stay alive."

"Vengeance", he whispered, "will be your ticket out of this world."

2 comments:

pri19 said...

Great Illustration. Brings the depth of a certain dark emotion.. you have a talent with the color spectrum :)

Alok N R said...

thanks da:)