He dragged his steps
with a lackluster approach
His tears smeared with blood
his vision was blurred
sun had drowned
the night crawled in
the wolves were howling
drawing a ghostly scene
despite such scare he marched ahead
for no draconian night could conjure any threat
for betrayed in love he was a lost soul
fearless and untamed

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