A poem I couldn’t name!
Boundless love is what she fills in me,
The one who smells of Alstonia
Floating in the gown of darkness
With open hair thick with night’s darkest of secrets,
She is a Beauty capable of seducing the world
With eyes as deep as an ocean.
With lips dipped in a forever smile .
Isn’t there something missing?!
Ah! a soul it seems!
What for her is a soul when eternal peace is beyond thoughts!?!
Her hands drip blood…blood
-not shed to quench her thirst.
But shed of her revenge, of her desire-
To see those arms that tore her-lifeless and cold
And even after life left her,
Those lustful bastards…
No, I don’t want to dig the past.
Now, in the depths of oblivion,she doesn’t own a body..
She is a spectre,
with no body and no soul!
My spectre! the one whose smiles are mine..!
