I better fly!
The moon kissed lane across the orchard the menace in my heart fresh as orchids the merciless wind blows along the bay meddling with some melancholic memories on its way. The mellow of thy voice does no better in mending my measureless pains to flutter as i melt in the melody of the orchestrated mourning i mislay myself in pursuit of some learning. Not sure if i moved away from thy music or it moved away from me, for i was sick whichever way i kept moving on, my macabre tale pushed me on. I marshaled myself quicker than my legs could afford and found myself,a mortal, all alive in a graveyard beauty is not the thing u look out for in a mortuary but the masterful in me chose to rest and tarry. That is when i found her right near the mowed lawn fluttering all around like a muddled fawn she never seemed mortified in all her life but i know she can't live for more than eight days as my wife. Her nonchalance appeased me,rather appealed to me to forget my malices and face the sea of life ...