The night was cold and dew-filled
The lamp lights cast gold on the dark of the trees
One lone soul ventured out of the abandoned building
Downcast and morose, dragging feet over pavement
And sure the night was splendour defined
With moon and stars and cloudy dream sky
The wet roads glitter, midnight creatures twitter
But to no avail to these sightless eyes
Yes, sure the night was beautiful, as it was cold
But not much can distract from inner turmoil
Oh damn, the heartache, the restless heart
Oh curse the ability to feel, to love
A sentence is uttered, then a whole tirade
A prayer, a wish, a lamentation, a poem
Of deepest desire, raw and true
For a moment in formation, in vibration and hue
And after a while it dissipates into the air
Just like that, the words are gone, their hopes to oblivion,
For no one has heard, and none my fulfil it,
The desperate plea, a witches bargain.
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