MILDEW ENSIGNIA

I sat by the window one chilly night
I thought it was the end of times
my heart broke,shattered into pieces
my head fogged the mystic love can surmounts
alas! I found myself nearly bleeding,not breathing
in this catasthropic scenario where I am losing
in this game called love.

the sound of her animosity still lingers into my wondrous
memento,the keepsake of rancor
the tomb of the hysterical valor
oh it kept me haunting still this days of olden
this days of blurred mysticity.

I pray it will be rainbow soon
the next time I sit here by the window
so often I see myself improving from her devastation
God is always good in my very attrition.