Haunting Death

The alluring song of the nightingale

a riddling needle through my wretched heart,

awakened memories of a fancy tale

when we lived together in harmony

and trusted we would never drift apart.

But fate, along with death, played a cruel ploy

where the reaper lurked in a dark corner,

agonizing tirelessly to destroy,

and struck the one left behind as a mourner

to bear alone a consuming fire.

It unwove our entwined fingers by force,

and threw a heavy shade on our path,

steering our destiny off its course;

one fell victim to a cruel wrath of death,

and dusk settled its lasting veil on me.

©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou