My heart's sad again; wants to write a verse
Dipped in bloody melancholic tone and depressing...

While it fully bloomed
It was but a momentary bliss...

The silence we so often contributed to
Spoke so much our words couldn't...

The bright crimson rose
Bloomed fully well in the season...

I forced my pen to ink those words
That seemed unwilling to appear...

If the Bard had lived in this age
To witness how his works are read...

I hounded him like a hungry wolf,
Dragged him by feet, then struck him down...

You are the flawless, complete verse I have been...
Your presence inspires imagery that unfolds...

Where have you lost into that sea?
Rise and gently come back to me...

No mind had ever envisaged
All that has befallen us...

It speaks to us in thousand ways,
Ushering light into darkest days...

Heads keep bending down
Fingers move at a rapid pace...