The wrong turn

The wrong turn will take her to the dimmest night.
 Krypton will fade.
 His ultimate touch will become thy wounds.
 His kisses earlier will be like the burning ashes.
 Fuming all along with rupture.
 His breath will be the storm underneath whose volcano burst the outrage of his death.
 Trumpets will blow the ultimate pain of his damnation. 
She spooked out of horror, The wrong turn will take her to the dimmest night.



© Tanishka jain