Sorrow
He shudders as he watches crimson flow
From the hand which once used to glow
Silence is prevailed as he sheds a tear
She was to him, utterly dear
He swept his hand over her face
His heartbeat considerably quickened its pace
All was lost, all was gone
He hopes to pray, before the dawn
Death had swallowed her in its dark ways
She did not know, but numbered were her days
Death had lured her into the darkest shadow
Where in pure misery she is to wallow
Overwhelming pain arrives with no heed
Silent as ever his heart does bleed
-Nida