The night is dark
And the wind is fierce.
Against the couch as I lay
The echoes of thine day drew nearer to me.

   Upon the bier; thy body laid shady
   My feels in clattered drowned
   The clouds gathered,
   To morn thy doom.
   To think of thee there;
   I wail in pain to miss thee
   To remind me of thine old days
   The short comings I feared;
   The bliss experience, the bitter remorse
   With every moment I embraced.
   Wilt thou never wake?
   Thy serene sleep I gazed.

Distorted in the scars,
The shrills of the dispatched souls
Shall I ever love to remember?
In many ways I failed thee……