Hell’s Bells! A Lone Smith Dwells In The Haunted House With Loud Yells! Poem by Harindhar Reddy

I met a wizard, a howling success in black magic with lonely logic!
By switching names – bleakness, bareness, emptiness with a big mess;
Forlornness, wilderness and single blessedness are all names tragic!
Lone wolf and lone-self in the waste land with a message 'lifelessness'.
Hell’s bells! A lone smith dwells in the haunted house with loud yells!
Cloak-and-dagger! A lone gravedigger digs rabbit hole in the corner.

Among the lovely roses in the thorny bushes trembles a lonely lily!
Along mordacious sharks – quivers the only haddock, a small fish silly;
In the big redwoods – shudders a lone tender sapling, a silly fool.
In the galaxy of glistering stars – shivers a single black hole.
Hell’s bells! A lone smith dwells in the haunted house with loud yells!
Cloak-and-dagger! A lone gravedigger digs rabbit hole in the corner.

I cried all the day burying my face with one lonely feather,
I tried not to cry yet I cried all the night beside lonely leather;
Basically, normally, naturally, alone again with a face weather-beaten -
I cried in pain yet in vain – for lonely signs I’m bro-beaten!
Hell’s bells! A lone smith dwells in the haunted house with loud yells!
Cloak-and-dagger! A lone gravedigger digs rabbit hole in the corner.

Standing faceless in a crowd with a bristle board “anonymous”
Is loneliness a rejection of association with cheap tricks?
Is loneliness a real depression or false impression – famous?
I don't need lonely free kicks; I’ll fix it through my limericks.
Hell’s bells! A lone smith dwells in the haunted house with loud yells!
Cloak-and-dagger! A lone gravedigger digs rabbit hole in the corner.