Her Fading Evening

... and in a moment's breach all was gone,
averting all tranquility and dreams from her heart,
slinding her into a mundane pain she hardly had the strength to carry,
for life gave her the most notorious and perverse of all gifts,
for this one could not abstain itself in slashing her heart,
in taking away her beloved one.
She would leave behind a trail of tears
and gave in to fear and sorrow to envelop her in the coldest embrace ever,
all her considerations to continue living she cast away,
and in a estate of hideous grief she sank deeply,
and life, having already played its part, would not prevent her from suffering,
and would give continuity to an appalling duty of making her heart bleed,
of making her eyes shed tears of miserability.
She then realised about her life-long struggle to collect her scattered wits,
such a decadent view grew before her in her mind,
that she could no longer resist,
and hence headed her way to the fading evening of her life, to her own doom,
for she could no longer have any power of reflection,
and much less power of conceiving any other action
than to provide an end to her grief and miserability.
Her own shadows of fear and sadness overpowered her in deathly attraction,
and as in a fury of a tempest it all came to an end,
leaving nothing of her, not even a final breath... just her own death...


RQ
Moscow
25/5/10
12.22