The evening sky, her cheeks all red,
Dignified chaos everywhere spread,
Stalks a nightmare in a shadowy dream,
Oh so normal... everything does seem,
Behold! There comes a blinding flash,
There roars the heaven and clouds do clash,
The carnivore night grows and this story unfolds,
Amidst delirious screams and the kiss of cold,
The little girl torn of bliss cries for an angel,
Deuce in the wind... makes her tremble,
Food is not what she longs for today,
Her father’s chasing death right from the day,
She knows no one to tell her story,
For they are so full of words... full of sorry,
Who cares for a tear washed in the rain?
Who cares for her happiness when they have their glittering pain,
How beautiful is the rain, smoke and romance,
Lovers afloat... poets in a trance,
Look how it drains all the colours from her face,
All pale and blue, she must be a disgrace,
To search for an ointment, search to revive,
For she was to live and never be alive,
And her father cried in despair, screamed in agony,
Wondered how this child shall bear this mortal tyranny,
The skies try to show mercy when it’s early dawn,
Near a lifeless body she was deserted and forlorn,
Everyone walked so carefree and their habits won’t mend,
For her, the rain won’t stop... the night will never end...
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