The rainstorm turned
the dark night into darker
As if the morning
will never come
Her heart kept hitting rock bottom
When she stared at the
basket of fresh flowers
Left her maid long ago
on the stone table
The continuous flickering
of the oil lamp
Kept dancing violently
with the wind
Emptiness reflects in
her emerald eyes
As she stared at the soft petals
Suddenly she pulled out
two tiny snakes
From the bundle of roses
Kissed them dearly one last time
Before she falls into the
eternal slumber with
a smile on her lips