It was cold, it was dark, as blind I was.

  "Spare me, please!" Was the man's shout,            Primal hunger, a carnage bout.

  "Leave my child!" The women pleaded,

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  As crimson quenched my thirst.

  Image of memories rushed in, of my life 'first'.

  Disconnected it was, like jumbled pieces.

  Still didn't know who I was,

  Like a super plying a role unknown, among million mass.

  "Devil!" Shouted the Priest,

  As I wondered 'My name?'

  Till his last breath he struggled, but all in vain.

  Village lay empty and my hunger satiated.

  But the answer to my questions, I still waited.