He who knows no light will not know its beauty. The darkness of the mind prospers in the tough hearts of soulless beasts or so he thought. Its been an hour since he sat down in the crooked chair tired of pacing down the moorish office which looked like growing smaller by the minute. Her disappointed eyes keep staring at him and the clock ticking smiling at him.

A sudden knock on the door made his heart pump like its going to explode and the sight of the magistrate made him sick to the gut and he said its time. Walking down the corridor it felt like his soul was shattering at every step and he dreaded seeing her. In the main hall where the spectators of his destruction were eagerly waiting, all he noticed was her glowing face and those lit up eyes. His eyes were failing him with darkness and heart with the intense ache and all those moments were gone in the gloomy dark winds.

He was brought to his final home and laid to rest with her letter which only read your love has freed my soul.

© Raza