Not even two Pennys worth of thought did he give,
before breaking hearts and trashing love,
“Sinner!” they called him, “Be afraid of God!
When Karma strikes, you will be left,like a speck of dust in this desert of sorrow..”
But he felt like God,
Turning a blind eye to the wise words…
Continued tearing into lambs,
enjoying the red feast he lined up.
A wolf he had become.
Then one day, she did turn up,
In the form of a lamb.
He pounced on her and tried to feed on her,
trying to bleed her like those, whom he had before..
But something did not feel right.
The blood tasted different,
like a poison it slowly wrapped around his heart…
He could feel the warmth engulfing his wind pipe,
choking his very existence..
A feeling, that mysteriously got him addicted to her…
Though she bled,
It was she who was devouring his soul!
It struck him,
but he didn’t care.
Karma was here.
The wolf became a lamb.
Cut out his heart and presented it to her,
with bleeding trembling hands,
he was finally afraid!
Karma opened her fangs,and
Just as softly as she could,
bit into his heart,
tore away his soul,
Vanished into thin air, leaving him for dead.
But he didn’t die,
For something in him was
Slowly but surely the wolf came back from the dead.
More ferocious more crazy.
A determined man he was,
For he sinned,
To taste Karma again..