The Prestigious Call

LIGHT by Muhammad Rafely Dear light, who glow my aim And this sealed heart. I have a fright in my game That binds in a dizzy part. Dear light, who blow my sight And this brittle little particle. I have no reason to fight Or sing an oracle canticle. Dear light, who bow my mind And this deviated core. I have a set of eye that blind Any faithful lore. Dear light, who decide my step And this lost soul. I have a lonely feel that tap And rap at my silly bowl. Dear light, who control my emotion And this doubtful entity. I have a call called abolition to abolish my sanity. Dear light, who saw my future And this endless pain. I have a hope that abjure This joyful plain. Will I die? ---I hate life.. No one can understand my stand Will I end my life? It must be happened soon in my own hand. Img source : http://media.gettyimages.com/videos/1080p-cupped-hands-hold-a-ray-of-light-video-id92915254?s=640x640

                                                              A Reaper’s Bane      I walked through one of the filthy busy towns crowded with merchants in one evening as they were closing the shops. It was not easy for a murderer to walk into a town without revealing all the hidden arms and the assassin mark I had on my person, as the king had compensated for a mission to assassinate his own second heiress. I vowed for this to be my last one. I stopped in front of the great castle gate with statues of the fat king standing as its columns. Having observed it for a moment I immediately turned away. I decided to bring myself to rest in a nearby tavern, and devised an approach for when aught should go amiss.     Immediately upon the closing curtain of the day, I had already snuck into the castle. I stopped upon the servants’ quarters to gain myself knowledge of the royalties’ chambers. Long I hid above the ceiling until I acquired it.     When I found the chamber, one of the servants was t

                                                                THE TASTELESS CAKE Salve, Uncle James. Come sta? If you have read this letter, it means that I succeeded to enter the Titanic and my friend have seen us entering the Titanic. It’s been a long time since the last time we met and since the last time I tasted your cakes. My God! I miss your chocolate cakes, Uncle. I was so happy when I heard that you and your wife were saved from that accident. My father told me. Then, it’s about your son, Jacob. He was saved too. I met him five years ago at Milan after my father passed away. I was so happy when I met him. I think he didn’t know that you were saved because he said that he is an orphan. But, he’s fine. He has become a good artist. I know you miss him, even though maybe he doesn’t. So, I made a plan to get titanic tickets no matter what and make a surprise for Jack and show you his drawing. Arrivederla! Fabrizio De Rossi Several months had passed since I got this letter from So