The House on The Hill

The House on
The Hill

The House was the fear
In the hearts of the folks
It had less windows
But a mighty door
The House looked
Old but still strong
But I never feared the
house but the man
Within.

The cries of the creatures
And smell of the blood
The glimpse of the man
in Red robes with a stick
And a skull in his hand
But I never feared the
house but the man
Within

He was mighty with
Ash smeared ,from head
To toe and seeds
That decorated his
Neck and chest
But I never feared the
house but the man
Within

I  gazed at him in
A path to work, he
Looked back with
A simple simle
It was not fear but
Curiosity that I
Never had till day today
And now I never feared the
house and the man
Within.

I marched straight
To the feared house
While the folks cried
That , it's the sinful
Path but I was deaf
And I never feared the
house and the man
Within.

As I reached the door
It smashed Opened and the
man Hugged me with
his Mighty hands,
he smelled Not blood but
Sandel indeed
And I never feared the
house and the man
Within.

The doors closed behind
He placed his foot on
My forehead, he whispered
 the magic to my ears
I wore the ashes and
the red robes ,with stick
And the skull in my
Mighty hands
I never feared the
house and am the MAN Within.

- Kapalika Rudra💀