Tattered and helpless in the dusk,
An air of melancholy gusts,
Shackled in the hell,time consumes,
Reality heeds and devours her.
High above by a flash of light,
Like a flight destined and gains height,
Soul gyrates and plaudits it gathers,
Under the shadows created by feathers.
Thrash of time with boundaries come alone,
Again snatches the interim throne,
Heart begins to whisper in the world adorned,
Realm of reverie is left to bemoan.
