Parched Roots

•Poetic appreciation of the story•

Tracing down the nerves of the lightning among the scars of the skies,
Pervaded in detest of his destiny he held the shrill of piercing lies within the orbs of his eyes,
Eternal promises clashing in his palms seamlessly,
He stabbed his anxieties in excruciating obscurity faintly.
Numbly,he hung down in the clinch of the branches like a leaf thriving in the flesh of breathes and liveliness,
Deceased in the dysphoria amalgamated and smashed in lonelines,
He was dripped in the ripples of a desolated
arroyo overlaid in an atemporal deaths,
His jubilance flickered in oblivion like the
firmaments soaring above serenly,
He was the rainbow behind the melancholy of deluge that squinted under the covers of despondency,
Never urging to mount
aloft in jovial and merry,embraced
somewhere in the silence of the breeze soothingly..

Until...

Until she whirled grasping life in the veins of a leaf prospering in the trepidation of demise,
Until she swayed like a melancholy to be treasured with bliss underneath the baptized lies,
Until she led him to alleviate memories blistering in the hearth of agony,
Until she became an angel to him shattered admirably in secrecy.

Until the hymns of dismal warbling in them became their euphoria,
until the chords of harrowing
truths became their fates,
until their parched selves bloomed with
sentience...

will they become the moon to
each other after the unbearable
nights they clutched onto darkness
devouring upon them in silence,slaughtering their tranquility violently?
Will they relish into tears on a
distressing rainy day or will they hold onto each other's laments composing each other into the notes of charisma for eternity?
Or will they become the sunset to
a new story heading towards tragedy
storming into an heart-reading tale?