Yasmin Hemmat

I was born in a distant and solemn
Kingdom of hatred and destruction
Near the silent sea of fire
In a city crowded with gloom
...

In the pursuit of unknown
In the valley of shadow of death
I am standing on the brink of oblivion, alone
Bewitched by his rapturous breath
...

Amidst the labyrinth of mirrored halls,
A myriad of reflections, each echo recalls,
With devilish laughter, she screams and declares,
'In mirrors resides a witch', this truth she bears.
...

My soul is a tomb that mourns
A dark, rotting carcass
Where once a lovely flower bloomed
Now lies in stillness
...

Beneath a sky stitched with shattered words,
A city crumbles, its streets a blur of smoke.
The air hums with the rustle of forgotten names,
As voices scatter like ash in the throat of a dying oak.
...

I am the temple
where my own ghost
kneels
like Medusa
...