In darkness she bared
secrets he forced to share
Of wild imaginations
And uncanny resemblances
He could find in the air.

Afraid yet smiling
Among growing consciousness
The hands he held
Trembling yet firm
they did comply.

Counting the moments,
and the clocks tick
she waited for the end
of this night.
Maybe she’ll remember it again
and call it just a bad dream.

Years went by,
The night never left her
An image she received
an anonymous mail
reminding the darkness
In the brightness of her life.

She wondered
words society would say
In the light of events that may
Clocks ticked by,
The chair lost not her grip
The way was clear.
Silver glistened across the table,
The crimson liquid stole away the shine
The world reported it as a fable.