Defeat

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His defeat was bitter indeed

As he fell down………

When she walked away

He thought she would stay

 

When he heard a shattered scream

She was like a melody in flesh and blood

She was his damsel in distress…..

She had a mysterious past with History

 

The sky looked like the canvas of an artist

By the touch of the morning dew

The lake was shivering……….

As doom was falling……..

 

The flowers were dancing

On the grave……..

When he looked at her the last time

As he said goodbye

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