Defeat

His defeat was bitter indeed
As he fell down...........
When she walked away
He thought she would stay


When he heard a shattered scream
She was like a melody in flesh and blood
She was his damsel in distress
She had a mysterious past with history


The sky looked like the canvas of an artist
By the touch of the morning dew
The lake was shivering
As doom was falling.............


The flowers were dancing
On the grave...........
When he looked at her the last time
As he said goodbye.........


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