{ This is an experimental acrostic poem. This has 14 unmetred, non rhyming lines. } S he walked down that deserted street... Alone. H er face stern to suppress flow of tears. A nd others smiling at her torn clothes, D ark cut marks, rewards from that beastly man, O n her limbs and torso, rewards from him, W ho had killed her man, profaning her love. O n and on she walked, beastly eyes kept smiling. F orbearing her from meeting those greedy eyes... H er feet dragged her towards that graveyard, E ntombed, where her man was lying, clad in orchids. R akes of city crept behind her... She ran. M erging with her shadow, someone gave her faith. A nd walked with her arm in arm untill her death. N one except her felt- the shadow of her man.
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