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 just like her,always in high octave

never bothered to bend infront of a wave.

Thanks i mumbled to my sweety pie

she said -i better fly

and kissed me goodbye.