Untitled-Poems by Khada Jhin (The Path of the Virtuoso)

Dark clouds veil the moon Mother hushes infant cries My Whisper brings silence

Lotus flowers bloom Pearl petals dance in the wind Soon painted with blood

His armor is clean The ever-loyal soldier I carve out his heart

The rustling leaves Sing a beauteous lyric Only corpses hear

She moves with such grace Prancing on the gilded stage I pry away her legs

I am no killer The black ink says otherwise I make poetry

A porcelain grin His arrangement is chaos Comedy...how droll

Slender fingers dance Her melodies move the crowd I long for her scream

The young boy trembles Screams of pain are harmony The rain is gentle

Her eyes are green Shining as emeralds do I remove the gems

I hear the applause My obsession speaks to me Demands an encore

My work is done My Whisper fades to silence The fear still remains