Silk and Shadows of Thuggee

Dark roads, whispers in the Bani and breeze. Cut throats, plotting underneath trees.

where shadows grow thick. Blood on the coin. Silk tied to

the trick. No mercy. They move silent as the moon.

A curse in the night. The noose hums a tomb. Thug life.

They vanish in the wind. Call inside a shadow where it begins.

Coins in the dirt. Silk in the hand. The Hajjis of

India. Gripping the land. What ain't Punjabi curses in the dark.

Rituals carved deep. They leave their mark. Fool on heart press laced with