domingo, 24 de novembro de 2013

Death

He walks
And walks...
Through the deepest woods
The same he used to wander in
When he was a child with no fear in his mind
No worry in his life
And nothing has changed
The trees...
They rustle to the same song
The wind...
It humms its melodies
The river...
It speaks with the same tone

Yet he catches a glimpse of a beautiful woman
And light curves in her nature
And her smile lights up the deepest darkest woods
She stares art him
And lets out a faint giggle, and runs away

He starts running after her
Love drunk
He must check her reality
As if he doubted what he saw
So he runs

He spots her figure entering the city
And he runs after her
The light shining from her beauty
The scent of her hair greeting his senses
He runs...

She lures him to the dark corridors of the city
Infested with sinners and hunters
Yet her smile is seen
Her eyes pose the mystery
He runs....

Yet when he reaches her
And speaks so that she will turn
Her face is dismantled
Her light is no more
Her smile is rotten

And in his deterioating hope
To find her beauty
He is struck by death
And falls cold to the floor
With nothing but the absence of life
Greeting
Kissing his face goodbye

And then he knew

What is death
But the disloyal beauty that lures you
Then takes you?

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