DAD

Walking down the lane
Nothing looks as good as saint
The sulky moon tries to shine at its brightest
The shadowy trees seem familiar
Sinister eyes are
Lurking in the somber light
Sharp gaze at its prey

She is wrapped with the garment of misery,
embroidered with the pearl of tears
Her bare feet feels nothing
Numb, but they keep walking
Bringing the body to a place no one knows
The journey feels long and empty
The road extands along with the ashen, overclouded sky
Strecthing across the horizon

Worn out.
Yes, she is.
Her lifeless eyes
become blurry.
Her ears listen to something 
The sound of people shouting her name.
She stops for a while, before moving on. 

Suddenly, 
a figure caught her eyes,
slouching, alone. 
Human?
She whispers, feigning to be brave,
She walks towards the man.
Her icy, pale hand 
pats his shoulder. 
He turns over, facing her. 

Dad?