But then, its our anniversary dear. And I always found the card that you hid. For you always hid it in the same place. But today, for the first time, I can smile again. Slipping through hands of fate slowly blackness throws it's light.
Shadows throw scenes of living fleeing screams of visual flight.
Slowly moving ghost of past and presence make it's ghastly sight. Touching reminisce of fear and thoughts unto this flight. Screams of fear mark its course. True to nature's plight. This is born to us on earth.