Lonely

The night was dark and the gale was slow,
The moon lit stark with the stars bright glow,

There in the mist of my illusion,
Memories struggled for a solution,

Glanced around for a conclusion,
To avoid my internal confusion,

Walking and limping lonely in a silent street,
No sign of a different breath to greet,

Gazing and turning with a withered face,
Hoping for a being to appear in case,

As my eyes stared in the corner they saw,
My thoughts visualized a picture to draw,

A creature it met, willing to come out,
Hidden in dark, was it or a doubt,

It gave a gradual reveal when appeared in light,
Astonished me there when came in sight,

I paused in shiver with hesitation of breath,
There, when I met ........ the angel of death.

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