Beneath the stars that coupled against the faintness
She lay unmoving against the frail grass.
Her heart reeking with unscathed tenderness
Her own say, that fell weakly against the fall of the day
Helpless she lay, her pastel skin stinging from the dent
Oh darling, do you still in vain search for the girl she used to be?
But how that your own wicked thoughts fail you!
She has packed her gear and left
Mislaid to a land where seasons aren’t often
A land that doesn’t trade lie for truth
She has indeed turned your deceit into poetry
So hush your wiliness for once in your life
For you’ve been presaged with a word of warning;
So forceful that beauty trembles and strength cowers
The one that can smolder you black with its silhouette
That can yet lace down with the articulacy of saline tears
The skin she wears maybe of calm but behold!
She would forge the spiraling hell fire before she let herself perish again
The next time you try to mute her down with your bitter twisted lies
Oh darling, it won’t be the tears that you would see
It would be fire. Fire would be it!
Chaste and most prevailing in form