Moonlight

With tweaking twigs and rustic serenity the corpse was pleading thee for a pleasant demise. A soul cried in lamenting gaze , A soul died in series of events . passionate tormenting was not enough for the body, wanted pain exceeding eternity . More was the pleading less was the torment - the sequence of trauma were softer than a dent. Moonlight of bleeding was sinking with gravity - A mighty corpse cried with engulfing pain , mystic ocean of rawness engraved its flame . Death of Virtuality went to thee , asked the heavenly sprit one simple question to set him free. ...... what was the pain if you could recall for an event ? “Truth”was the answer when time had the pleasure. Infinitesimal moment of truth arose with some events - virtuosity of memories faded with some frivolous flames. Solitude was the sermon which thee entrusted the corpse .... Death to Inferno was the answer which freed the lamenting soul. SILENCE ....