A frigid night outside the friary Where only hears the sound of hearse Insensible heart but with sadness Liniment by loneliness and sadness.
Forever drown in this solitude fane Clad with great shame Mincing to wait yet groaning under pain Her laconic eyes seems in chain.
A nightmare echoed as knell An old cascade now pouring down tears Can't find a way to be elated. Destituted and chilled by many faces.
How lonesome you are! You're dismal and with devious pride You elude but always caught A mariontte that always drift.
They repress you to fly And a peevish child in you makes you cry. Someone's flayed you but you denied You only have one hop but they owed you a thousand strides.
They inflict you to 'kiss the rod' Now you're a 'damsel in distress' Your flimsy wings turns into embers Reason why they taunt you and makes your dreams shutter.
But I know this knell will turn into a serenade Though I have an embered wings, someday I will reincarnate I will bring back my glittering cascade. I will leave this frigid friary and devastate their masquerade.
never thought I still have the soft copy of this... a poem from my college life.