• The howling wind whistle through the trees,
    Darkness crept closer every hour... as a figure,
    lied against the rocks and kicked their feet in the water...
    as it splashed....drops off blood came out from the water,
    and landed by me...silent..... the figure crept closer...
    and closer towards me, till laughter roared out from the figure,
    a sharp weapon reached into me as blood poured on the sand
    like pouring juice into a cup, I fell on the ground as a feather,
    i spoke for the last time but nothing came out...just silent....
    as the figure silently strolled back to his hiding place....
    waiting for another person to come...