In the valley of despair,
full of aught, but strange thoughts,
where darkness wrapped the welkin
and silence ruled the fields,
a mere lonely soul,
walking in solitude.
The lush green grass,
swayed in the breeze
as the melancholy of the soul,
swooped in the puff.
Prickly paths were those,
yet she felt as snowflakes,
as pain was all around,
utter pain was ruling her.
The valley seemed serene
as the being strolled calmly.
But the wrath of the thunderstorm,
strikes in her tiny blue eyes.
Burning tear drops were,
rolling down her cheeks,
with tons of strange tales
and those unheard fables ,
ceased in the dark soil.
Amidst the eerie nights,
she saw a million dreams.
So insane and absurd were those,
which burnt into grey ashes.
It shook her and broke her
and made her forlorn.
It made her ramble in dismal.
In this wacky world,
some folk addressed her frantic,
some others threw dirty looks.
She attempted to think,
but her thoughts also seemed like,
left out empty pages.
Death denied her invitations,
and left her ravaged in the streets.
She started crawling away from,
the sight of the common man.
And here at the valley of despair,
were an end seems miles away,
her anticipations are numb.