The night was at a still.
Only our shadows seemed to thrive,
Conversing through the street lamps,
A slight flickering narrating a silent demise.

An easy wind creased our face,
Some words were left unspoken,
The eerie night seemed to decipher them
And a soul was left forsaken.

Your side-locks seemed beautiful
And the wind seemed to glorify it.
A sigh escaped your lips,
I think we need to quit.

Aghast as I was would surprise the fates,
A dreadful feeling wandering seemed to find its dwelling.
You turned and started to depart,
The night was still long and living.

Alone in the darkness engulfed street,
The red moon seemed like a magnificent sight.
My heart bears a weeping wound,
A tale of betrayal in the dead of night.