Paths Untrodden, Houses abandoned,
Empty footwalks, All silence no talks,
Weeping frightened breeze,
Your spine it might Freeze,
The hoots of the owl,
The night that howls,
The chastened moonlight,
Slowy dying in the night,
The sight of unruffled leaves,
The astir shadows of non-existing trees...
A soft tap knocks my door,
I ask- "Hello !! Who's there on the floor?"
"I'm lost"- He answers-
"A shelter I seek-
Tis cold outside and I'm bleak."
I bring an old candle
With a wispy dying flame,
Now for him any other night
Will never be the same again.
The door opens
And the bells chime-
With the mourns of the night
They very well rhyme...
With a gust of wind
The flames flare
And he catches in my blue eyes
A blazing warm gaze
He adorns his face
With a handsome grin
And then he receives one
On his way in
He looks at the locks
That block my eyesight
Blown off by the wind
They blend well with the night
He sits on a chair
His eyes unmoved
My shy eyelids open
Confessing I'm allured
More smiles are shared
Stealthy looks are caught
Through the hushed silence
Closer we're brought
He asks for water-
An unfulfilled wish;
For I lie thirsty here
Thriving on crumbs that lie in a broken dish
The candle burns on
Its flame yet alive
Stale air all around
Now reflecting the dim light
So close we are
I can feel him breathe
I lie here so cold
And I can feel his heat
His hand slowly moves and touches mine
A cold shudder moves down his spine;
His throat is then sliced neatly
Oh!! Merciless knife, cant hear him whine
As blood trickles down his neck
And his collar with it is drenched
My cold tongue tastes its warmth
And my thirst for the moment is quenched
Slowly I walk towards the door
Waiting for another call from that floor
Maybe years would pass before another smite
But for me an aeon is just as long as this night
So I sit on a chair
A captive in my own lair
My cold youth would always gleam
Forever in the dead candle's beam..
Paths Untrodden, houses abandoned
Empty footwalks, all silence no talks...
