The wind was howling, the thunder was loud
Like incessant drums beating a wild march.
Sudden flashes of light lit up the lonely hillside.
Low, gasping moans echoed hollowly in the crumbling hut.
The dim lamp threw its cruel light
Over a wrinkled face distorted with pain.
Silvery drops shone on a pale brow.
The hollow cheeks, the sunken eyes,
were only dark pools in the aged countenance.
A fit of agony shook the weak powerless body.
The silent figure of a lone young woman
bent over the weak form.
She clutched at narrow old shoulders
As though she strained to fill her own strength
In the dying man
Through that desperate grip.
Her dark eyes fixed on the lean face
Her brows knit in helpless concentration,
Her lips pursed in determination,
‘You shall not die. I wont let you!’
her whole being seemed to cry out
in that merciless night.
A shudder ran through the dying body.
The old pain filled eyes rest wide and blue
On the young face,
In a sudden wild brilliance.
Their gaze became stony.
The body went limp in those brave arms.
The lamp flickered and went out
Leaving behind it
the darkness of Death!