Crimson hue on her grayer veil
The mere's stage : revealing it's shade
A somber protest to the darker trail
Brooding her love's grim fate
Engulfed in the darker hours
A spastic note of voidness
Turning into blackened flowers
With the fragrance of solace
Twinkling in her tresses
Are dew drops of an optimistic soul
Kicking in the womb of gloom as she undresses
Telling tales of hopes untold
Yet another pessimist jester
Still clinging on to the hay
Not much awaits his role's end
Silent prayers if heard someway
Darker lights emerging out from her eyes
Constricting the ray of light with it's arm
But when all rays die out
Darkness has its charm
Wonderfully braided. The poet lost to the rapper, ages back. Now he has rediscovered himself. :)
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