You're wearing a black robe,
Sitting near the candle light,
Watching it burns and blaze brightly in the darkness.
Gazing with your icy lifeless cold eyes,
As the air sings and waltz around between your gap.
The wind came uninvited, drifting wildly and angrily, its flames quivers yet did not wither.
Little by little, its light got weak and dimmer, as it thawed through the day.
A droplet of light was left, still hoping to go on.
You carried your scythe, and blew its last light.
That made you drown in a sea of grief.
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POEMS ABOUT MY STORIES
شِعرThis are the poems are based on the stories I have created and my inspiration. Some of my stories, you might haven't heard of them. Because there still draft on my wattpad. Please enjoy !
