The harbingers of death intimidate the soul
The mind works up to derive endless possibilities with a certain unanswered question-
Is it supposed to end this way?
A series of phantasmagorical events have plagued the lives
Although real, but i prefer to sound like a brainless Pollyanna
The sufferings shall soon culminate
And the negligible nexus would become tangible
No catastrophe would annihilate the presence
And if the sisters of Fate were to suffer a reversal,
We'd live the way we dreamt, You and I.