Carved in stones, a lone tear
escaped. Powerless pleas ploughed
deep within the cave. Meaningless
strolls crowd the streets, all
but one without a shade.
A dark soul, who could it be?
Pleading the innocence, why didn’t it weep?
Parting in silence, when was farewell bid?
Was it, perhaps, in the blindness of the moon?
Strained in struggles, man kneels
to the stature of a man much more powerful.
Left to demise, the stream engulfed the shore
and set out to sail the life of the dead.
Clueless sights paroled the scene
with knowing hearts in secret.
Petrified the coward roars, would the wounds heal?
Paled in presence, the wild boar dies.
Bared in silence a drowning river -
Sanctioned to remorse, will there be rain?
Leaves without fragrance, crowing
down the sight and into nothing
Perplexed to counter the forced light
A closet of demons descended
Trapping the traces of the scares inflicted -
Dodged in daylight, chased in darkness
Condemned to be in pain, why is the soul so calm?
Sorrowed fate, could it be altered?
To be or not to be, why is that the question?
When none are needed, how present all are.