The Cottage

Written by: Akash Yadav

On this very velvet night, He went out in despair; When having walked paces few, He found her lying there: There she lay, in a velvet robe-- All path seemed unaware-- He caught a glimpse of her silhouete, And just stood staring there... He waited on her to come to life, Having lost all sense; And well, she did as he prayed Then cried sounding tense: "Who goes-by here"(she asked in dark), Hearing which he replied: "'tis I, just a passer-by", "Methought that you were died", "I have my cottage just around", "Come in if you don't mind", "For it's a pretty vicious night...." She uttered, "You are kind"... And in she came--He sat to rest-- She drew out a knife, Stabbed him thrice, with an awry smile And cried, "I come to take your life"... It sure was a vicious night, That wore a velvet hide: He saw Death dancing in her eyes, An' then promptly died...