Once again that shade touches the surface,
Once again it targets the abandoned and weak
Just when the sun was reaching the horizon,
The clouds come screaming leaving her chances bleak.
Is it just a stranger passing by
Or is it a stamp with a permanent hold?
What does it seek this time from the broken whole?
Tired, resigned to her fate,
She begs for the ultimate end
To be consumed fully
Or to be left on her own to fend
Be it the eternal peace of death
Or the reality of life
She awaits at the door for a dash of condolence
the pain seems part and parcel of her existence
Soon this too shall pass and spring shall bloom once more
But what use are dark clouds if they don't deliver life to the pheasant, poor?
Persistence, not alone happiness has charm profound
Unstable rogue's unraveled tale brings joy to few of those found
She seeks the end or the very beginning
With these riddles restless is her very being.
