I am a story without an equal:
The elegant chaos in a storm.
I am a smile drowning in tears;
I am the silence of your final news.
I saw a dance hiding in the shade of your brow,
and lost my mind.
What an unfathomable wreckage—
you were rampaging the infinity—
dark, and then furious like thunder.
How could something with such purpose
be so irreversibly hurt;
beautiful monster—furious like wolf;
you were a labyrinth with a soul,
soaring like the night.