A lone man walking
In the midmost of the crowd
A silent sigh hearkened as he cry
Assemblage of men mocked him hard asked him why?
Can you subsist, HERMIT!!!, can’t you resist?
A sleepy eye, a silent smile
Deeply reckoning with a melancholy silhouette
The ear-splitting few, cruising in his thoughts
Piercing his heart as the flesh lacerated by blade.
A woman, a lady, a wife
Can he withstand the passion for her in his life?
Can his vow be severed, or his oath be butchered
By Her captivating charm, longing for his arm…
His ego is in dungeon, everywhere, alone….
