Haunted by the Past

The mighty night pulled its’ sword and made the trees bend for the biting cold. Naked and split stood the trees under the moonlight’s strong glare. Eyes filled with fear where hiding in the black veil. A ghostly mist of mystery embraced the cemetery like a cloak. The blades of grass, which surrounded the graves, where moist as if widows had cried them wet.

Everywhere he turned there was dropping of nervous doves, and their cooing was like a cry for help. High in the treetops the owls hooted with agreement, but the clemency had left them in the darkness.
The moon was resting on some grey clouds and smiled over the sight, like a snob that looked down upon the destitute. Its shine spread all over the place, and every corner of the cemetery was enlightened by its pride.

For each pace he took towards his destination, pain stabbed him like a dagger in his back. Betrayed by the kiss of death, he felt how the ocean of his sorrow was subject to heavy monsoon rain. The merciless cold grabbed his body and flared up his desperation to unknown levels.

The more steps he took, the more shadows stared him in the face, he was haunted by the past.
From a far distant place a howl of a wolf was heard and its sound worried his soul. His slow steps took him closer and closer as the memories tortured his inner. Finally he reached his beloved and kneeled down. This was the one whom he had fought for with his entire strength and now the Angel of Death had deprived her life. His face was covered in tears as he sat there, dressed in silence.
He looked upon the grave with the white marble stone, shined upon by the moons smile. On the silver tablet her name was written with a script engraved in his heart.
He prayed an inner prayer, he had not forgotten nor would he ever forget!