If timid, may I call myself, because never I faced any
Or so fearful I was, that I feared the consequences,
And much stubborn to act superior for many
I’m afraid, for whole of age, never had acquaintances.
Night was blur, silent, so the things were at peace
Then I heard a call hailing from window,
I presumed that one the rarest, else things were at ease
Until the rain at three feared me, out of row.
How scary the hour was in lap of silent attender
But then the soul was intrepid to face the thunder, I stepped,
Renege striking, unbearable thunders, enough for soul to surrender
No longer I could wait, I saw the devilish reason, I collapsed.
Thought, protector of seasons, perhaps would be weeping
I could gather demonic screams of squall,
At once, I looked back, wondered about body still lying
Havoc, maniac, willful was I, the peace lasted for small.
Like humans, I screamed, feared for reunion of body and soul
The never ending demon, seemed, turning my parts to cripple,
Never can portray, how frightened I was in whole
Then were the fading howls, silent mourns, as it was stipple.
For sooner, I could see the fading beacon
An unlearned lad seemed waving, inviting soul to fly free,
He drew to leave an awful life beats of no reason
The rain at three, didn’t tore body and soul apart,
It was still to live, to breathe, remit was the only key.
(03:00)