Ask the evening, when it comes,
When souls meet in secret control,
A simple truth to restore,
How did you killed him in peace?
When lovers meet in you,
I sit on my throne, curating stories,
Alas, you sit alone on your throne,
And awaits the letter may come.
Ask the nothingness of light,
What dark comedies brought to you,
Each word I write in ignorance,
Must read your storyline of deaths.