A little Sonnet for you

I once found you underneath a story,

Peeking behind the cloud, the mist of fact,

That lurked like a curtain in front of me

And lazed about my eye, a cataract.

That castle was brought down eventually.

After the storm, the sun arrived, I tried,

No longer admired its reality.

After all, no gain, I was made to strive,

That night I felt a cry away from Death,

He told the story in a whisper tone.

I did not realise I needed help

Because nobody said I was alone.

We held each other as Death sung goodnight,

On the back of his grave hand, I cried.

The End

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