WEDNESDAY NIGHT AT THE LUZHNIKI

Wednesday night at the Luzhniki,
Twas Man United versus Chelsea,
European glory and superiority,
History and immortality.

Cristiano leaped to score,
The joy spilled in encore.
Freaky Lampard and his goal,
Shattered the heart and the soul.
Dilly dally and shilly-shally,
Twas down to luck and Penalty.
Tevez scored,Ballack too,
Carrick and Belletti drew.
Cristiano lost in his bargain,
Lampard's luck scored again.
Hargreaves and Cole put it through,
Nani too tightened the screw.
Twas now for Mr Chelsea,
Closer then ever to insanity.
Cheated heart, I had no clue,
Tension around, twas all blue.
Terry blew it, drove it wide,
Anderson scored, we were tied.
Kalou and Giggs ate their pie,
Anelka had to score,balance the tie.

Playing for a cause, the tragedy,
Twas written in the stars,destiny.
VDS was alive,guessed it right,
Red in Moscow,twas United's night.
We had won, the Babes had won,
What a night in their remembrance.

DAVID AND BATHSHEBA

The chariot trembled as the horse leaped,
Beaten down, fallen, his heart was speared.
The battle was fiercer, the war spurred on,
He closed his eyes, his time had come.

In his terrace, alone, King David wandered
After a dreamless sleep, tired and disturbed
Saw the rain drops rush down, among the trees
His mane swayed gently in the dreamy breeze
As he trudged along flowers of sweet perfumed odour
He saw her there, drenched and pure 
Ravished eyes remained firmly undeterred
Fixed on her, nothing else mattered
Her face glowed in the orange rays
Aroused his soul, her delightful grace
In all her glory, irresistible, pink
Her slender wonder, burned his lusting
Obdurate rage flamed him feverish
He yearned her lips, to touch every inch
Mortal curse emblazoned her prettier
The Kingdom sank in her enticing splendor

The chariot trembled as the horse leaped
Beaten down, fallen, his heart was speared
The battle was fiercer, the war spurred on
He closed his eyes, his time had come.

THE LEAF

The bird flew as the warm breeze,
Along the way on dark green trees,
As leaves shuddered and broke through,
Amongst the wind, alone they blew.
Each leaf blew, on its own,
Only towards where the wind would turn,
Over the valley, above houses and woods,
The leaf rushed in crass solitude.
The leaf blew as a ravaged soul,
Without purpose and any control.