The corpse lied untouched
In the crepuscular light,
her shadow enkindled.
Her kins stood panic-stricken.
Her fidelity was being questioned.
It was time now for the sun to set.
The birds were finding their way.
And the darkness was about descending like everyday;
The shadows seemed to be taking over the grimaced faces
But she, however,
Was trying to resurrect her soul.
This was the epitome of her infatuation.
But she had always been an Ailurophile,