The Silent night

Far away in the silence of night
the wind plays with the trees
the whispers walk with silent feet
of fires of doom racing near

With rust on leaves , dust in sky
the rider rides the path forlorn
with pistol at his waist & love in his eyes
flashes in night guides his way

Galloping with one face in mind
he travels with a bullet in hand
numb and cold with storm inside
rain washing eyes off tears

as nautre cries with howling winds
he travels among the untrodden ways
with void beyond, he knocks on the door
loading the pistol with the lone hot lead

with love in his eyes and hatred in hers
The dual limpid pools meet
The puprposefully lone bullet
Searing the gaze that greets
Apart the feral remembrance.

Vague metallic flash
Silencer scrams apart
Light, dead, awkward weight
Falls down dead dragging his heart.

Forewarned repentance
Unshackling binds
The leftovers of a love so stale
Forever to be embalmed fresh
Even beyond the freeing claps of Death
Tears, deep & futile.
Alone

Leaning over the feminine corpse
He dies. Death is juxtaposed.
And then he weeps.