Full
of bitterness and spite,
Buried
tears of rage in her heart reside,
Such her dislike for his ominous might.
In
starry restless nights,
Silently
sobbing; terrified by his smite,
With
not a soul to share the fear of his ghastly sight!
Once a
kind heart like a candle burning bright,
With
love and ardor for the world outside,
But
now wrecked with hostility inside,
Such
is her sorry plight.
As wreaking
havoc, towards her, he strides,
Smirking
at her quivered might,
She lives
a prisoner to his rules vile.
But fight,
my dear fight,
He
deserves not you doing right.
Forsake
his fear, change life’s tide.
Escape!
Far away from his world alight.
Disown
the suffocation! You decide,
To
never see him! Yet again be the candle bright!
