In the middle of the night he held Anna's portrait,
His tears dropped on the portrait
On Anna's cheeks like she was sharing his pain,
A beautiful creature never died this young,
And a brave hearted man never cried this long,
He looked deeply at the portrait, with the candle light,
The door squeaks and he turned sharply in fright,
He bow to the table in regret he shouldn't have let her leave when
She say she would,
He wouldn't be able to stop her fate if he could,
Everyone could fall of a horse at night, everyone could crush thier head on an ugly rock,
He remembered the night a cry of Agony break into the silence,
But it didn't last,
A beautiful spirit depart into the air, asking if this life was fair,
He stood by the lifeless Anna,
She still looks beautiful, her entire face was covered with blood, he wiped it off with his cloak,
only the earth heard the words he spoke,
Her world has ended, her beautiful black gown was covered with dust,
Be it love or lust, a will or a must,
He loved Anna but now he is lost,
The door squeaks again and he turned to look to see what it was,
He could see nothing at first sight,
He gazed deeply into the darkness, he could see his lost Anna staring back at him,
Her eyes glow with the color red,
And she whispered nothing,
He couldn't feel the love anymore,
All he could feel is fear,
He nibbled to the wall holding a crucifix,
He knew it wasn't Anna it was death.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
The things you can't see, the things that see you
कविताIn the silence of the night arouse something uncanny, a deformed soul, unworthy of existence we would have hope that the tales of the lost is yet to be told, but we humans are trapped in between the things we can't see and the things that see us.
