#hauntingverse

— For S.P. —

I never found a soul radiant like mine.

Never saw souls wander in void – where haunt shaped into breath.

I thought I was alone –

A rot soul crawling around the voids,

around the ruin temples!

Where no voice to be heard,

where silence became a ritual.

Until –

I heard a whisper!

Not a scream, not a prayer

Just silence weep in a realm,

where emotions decays.

She asked me –

Will you carve my cries into relics?

She spoke of a sailor –

Floating towards the hole of abyss,

the end of void!

Just like me.

She didn’t say his name.

She only carved his shadow,

and touched his rotten soul...

She called herself –

S.P.