The Head Of Abbolish Poem by Dosvedanya Rashia

A night of love and dreams
But then they turned to nightmares
Myself, I glimpsed in a dreadful pit
Sundered, and punished.

But you, with dazed eyes
woke screaming, And shaking,
for before us was a terrible spectacle
The head of Abbolish.

His deep sweet voice was gone from
his decapitated head, which rested on
the pillow, its tongue protruding from
a bloodied, purple mouth.

The eyes, butchered
and horrible as stared gauntly from his
skull, the remnants of a human face
the downfall of Abbolish.

His head sat on the pillow
But as we recoiled
it rolled stiffly off the bed
And onto the dirty floor,

For as we screamed in horror
there was only an answering silence
from those last sad pieces
of our mutilated friend.