{ This is an experimental acrostic poem. This has 14 unmetred, non rhyming lines. }
She walked down that deserted street... Alone.
Her face stern to suppress flow of tears.
And others smiling at her torn clothes,
Dark cut marks, rewards from that beastly man,
On her limbs and torso, rewards from him,
Who had killed her man, profaning her love.
On and on she walked, beastly eyes kept smiling.
Forbearing her from meeting those greedy eyes...
Her feet dragged her towards that graveyard,
Entombed, where her man was lying, clad in orchids.
Rakes of city crept behind her... She ran.
Merging with her shadow, someone gave her faith.
And walked with her arm in arm untill her death.
None except her felt- the shadow of her man.
She walked down that deserted street... Alone.
Her face stern to suppress flow of tears.
And others smiling at her torn clothes,
Dark cut marks, rewards from that beastly man,
On her limbs and torso, rewards from him,
Who had killed her man, profaning her love.
On and on she walked, beastly eyes kept smiling.
Forbearing her from meeting those greedy eyes...
Her feet dragged her towards that graveyard,
Entombed, where her man was lying, clad in orchids.
Rakes of city crept behind her... She ran.
Merging with her shadow, someone gave her faith.
And walked with her arm in arm untill her death.
None except her felt- the shadow of her man.
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