The Prince of Death

Amid dark sky,
He came unannounced.

With the fancy mask
Covering his face,
hiding him from the world.

A sword of depression and anxiety,
With a chariot of cries and broken dreams.

He came, he came for her.
Standing on the edge,
She was looking at the world.

Holding a letter,
Clutching it tightly,
She smiled.

A smile that resides with pain,
Along with dark and storm.

He stood behind her,
Watching her without emotions.

She looked behind one last time,
With only that painful smile.

He looked at her,
Mesmerized by her eyes.

He stood stunned, looking at the creation of the earth.
He went near her, slowly and smoothly.

Wiping her tears,
He lost himself
in her eyes.
She stood astonished looking at him with wide eyes.

A spark of love bloomed, the moment their
eyes met.
The prince of Dark was now fighting against time.

With a heavy heart,
He smiled at the beauty and kissed her forehead lovingly.

“‘You are meant
to be happy”
He said and put his hands on her head.

She woke up
the next day,
With all new
dreams and masks at her side.