Is that you my dear,
Walking with the mourners:
The face decked
With a smile – sarcastically Imperial
And eyes oozing
The tears of shame?

Come closer to my coffin
So that I may hear clearly-
The prayers or curses
You’re reciting
Beneath those sanguine lips.

Promise me my love:
The cause of death
You will entomb
In my grave
Along with all the memories
That may otherwise continue to haunt you
Till we meet again
For an interminable time.
Will not you…

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