The moon renounced to dawn and vanish its waning shine.
She conceded one fray to lose, to win another gasp of time.
Reflection seen on the streams of swirling pools,
Time has always something to play for fate
Destiny’s hands shows the right chosen way
When to let go, when to cut loose in its rhyme
He has the final say to our paths in time
Some fragments of her heart
That was shattered long ago
Swam to the winter burrow
With broken angelic wings
‘Have taken green, bizarre extra leap –
Which birth from the extreme edge of limits?
Sans ruminating – where and how to perch
On their deaths lies 46 dreadful tales
From their blood emerged boiling ire of revenge
Eyes on fire, multiple grinding teeth of tigers
Hearts ripped apart from their lost of kin