Walk by the River

بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

Walked alone by the river, when the night was deepest

In silence so profound, the senses keenest.

A path to nowhere but a forest of silence.

To contemplate again the recent events.

To know the Sun for I have seen the darkness,

To know life for I have been starkness.

To know love for I have seen hate.

And to die when the sunshine comes too late.

The Devil walked beside me on my left; he whispered,

“Join me for your God has the Covenant rejected.

The life of this world disappoints,” depressed banter.

“Follow me where what was lost does not matter.”

And for one of the few times, he did not lie.

It would not take much, to drown and die.

But to live on with a heart torn out.

To drown in pain, no soul that stout.

And the Angel of Death stood just behind.

Though silent and looming, I welcomed his kind.

Draught of eternity on my lips, thus I lay me down to sleep,

To sail to my personal hell, where tears of blood seep.

Walked alone by the river, when the night was deepest

In silence so profound, the senses keenest.

The Devil was there, and the Angel of Death.

I looked to the sky, turned away from the left.