By Mayank Nahata
This is a story of a beautiful time
Merry and winsome like the perfect chime
Of two friends beautifully blossoming
Through the dark fall, past the ragtime
They found love on a stinging, wintry night
Coldness ubiquitous, just their hearts burning bright
Blossoming on the day the bearded angel flies
Guiding the reindeers with their effervescent light
On came the spring and it was time for a fresh start
Circumstances drew them away, miles apart
They now had but few ways to be with each other
Each motivated by their loving, beating heart
One got too greedy and materialistic riches he sought
Could not see his evil, no matter how much they fought
Could not see the other cry in his lust for the “treasure”
He could never fathom that the situation was fraught
He could never protect that which he loved
To the depths of darkness, he had her shoved
To a phase of questioning her integrity and stature
He was slowly driving the one he called his beloved
She was hampered by the evil of his doing
She was shattered by the wrongs behind his wooing
She had no option but to jump off the sinking ship
It was his evil that she was to him showing
Gone was the spark of the beautiful light
Such was what he had done without her right
He finally saw the monster he was hiding inside
But it was to late to mend the bridge, try as he might
Apologies and guilt were now all that he had
The evils he had brought had driven her mad
He could only hope to justify the things he had done
But could not hope to rectify the poison of the bad
She lost all hope from life and its riches
The world to her was filled with dark witches
She had left one behind but the memories remained
Haunting her like his actions, against her wishes
He now only had a plea to forgive and forget
All he could do was self-blame under his breath
He saw the realism of his evils and his lust
As he saw his actions bring about her death.
By Mayank Nahata
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