I sat in a corner
Alive but still
The eve was so quiet
Even the winter breeze bid farewell
I saw a gleam and wished to be free
No slave could bear the pain in me
Why hope when we are born to die
Why cry when your screams deprive
Swift in motion, a shadow grew
To kill or to save, my fear whispered
He took my heart like a fragile piece of glass
Hands trembling while I whimpered
No sound of shatter, nothing returned
The only thing to steal, I thought, now stolen
Why, the question remained in silence
Soon, the glass turned to buds
Buds to be bloomed with joy and grace
He was no other but god himself
shaking I took the prize and cried
He vanished like he never came
The quiet eve is no longer quiet…