A Drop

Deep in a dark cavern, where dove morphs to raven and flawless white it flaunts, sullied in grim darkness in that cave's chest, i swell from a deep well the source cursed, not chilled bergs, not gaping clouds nay! not even a dancin' fount' and on kissing an ebony lash, dissipates damp drenching the rest, down i roll on the gleaming hide, burnin' in anguish's flames not a dew on crimson petal, nay! not even a surging vapour and deep in pale furrow, i flow,carrying all gloom not a narrow creek, not the turbid rivulet nay! not even a brook so i fall down,times maroon, in days of forlorn no thirsty land quench, no mighty ocean feeds nay! not fills even a poor pit and the land remains barren, no foliage, no seed sprouts take no pain, nay! not a sprinkle to kill the drought i rise from cocktail of despair and melancholy a salty lemonade of fresh wound and aged agony the rage boils up, sadness tames into a drop and i arise charring my source, swollen and drinking sorrows soaking linen, filling the wool or at best a soft pillow yes,you know me dear, i'm a drop of tear!