#thedrink

It was dark outside, lighting lit the horizon, 
A cat wailed into the night, cutting the silence 
I stood on my terrace, a drink in my hand
I looked around me, it was dark everywhere

I saw something white, moving down the street, 
I freaked, thought it was a ghost, 
But it turned out to be a pretty lass 
She was white, in white gown with white hair

She was walking all alone,
Silent tears marked her cheeks
She held a red rose in her hand, 
It was dead, crumbling and dry

I ran down the stairs, quickly 
My drink forgotten, was melting the ice 
I chased her, silently if I may add 
Crept in the shadows, a few steps behind her

She was walking, more like floating 
Towards the spooky corner house 
She walked up to the door, it creaked 
She laid the dead rose on the door.

She sat on the creaking floor, 
Right in the porch of the house, 
It started to rain, heavily 
I took shelter in the dark shadows,

She stared to sing, sang a tale 
A tale of love and death, 
of woe and lament, she sang 
She sang of the dead lovers of the old

Her tale filled my heart with pain,
Out of the dark, deep shadows I came
I walked to the lonely house, 
Saw her in her eyes, took her hands

I held her hands in my hands, 
I slowly kissed them one by one 
I could not say much to her 
But then she got it all, she smiled

I walked back, seeping the rain in 
She was lovely, lonely and sad 
I get that, she lost a lot, I understood that
She still fought on, I respected that

Even I was in pain, hurting from losses, 
Even I wanted to cry out, but hid back,
Even I was lonely, as lonely as 
The drink that stood In my terrace