Defeat

How you get bitter sometimes when you have defeat in your life. A love left that you wanted to stay.

His defeat was bitter indeed

As he fell down

When she walked away

He thought she would stay

When he heard a shattered scream

She was like a melody in flesh and blood

She was his damsel in distress

She had a mysterious past with history

The sky looked like the canvas of an artist

By the touch of the morning dew

The lake was shivering

As doom was falling

The flowers were dancing

On the grave

When he looked at her the last time

As he said goodbye