They say
there are two sides of a coin,
Never realizing
that ‘ugly’ can be etched on both sides of some,
Rare as
it may sound, there’s this demon here, an apple rotten from core,
with no following,
but an imaginative crown…
Thinking that
it can win, it fails to realize our might,
there’s
friendship embossed here, a sight quite rare .
Let it
whip and lash, with that cruel, cunning smile,
We are
demonish in our own right.
Believing
it can trample us, it’s headed towards downfall,
Scoring what
it considers a win,
It won’t be
able to stand the final call.
A mighty
gust of wind,
that has
love, friendship and grains of truth,
will take
it to the land of yonder,
never to
return and disturb the tranquility again…
As I wait for an
end, it seems to have become an endless wait. 
