Not long before he’s caught;
Felt a presence chasing him;
A glimpse before he got;
Alas! the lights went dim.
Taken refuge into a shade,
Gathering breath as he goes;
A sudden duel struck in glade,
Further still, a teardrop flows.
Ashamed for how she fell for lies
Alas! amid a grave of stone,
As love and hope within her dies;
Whispered prayer in muffled tone.
Moonlight creeping over the lawn.
Weeping till the night had gone.
Photo Credits: www.deviantart.com
Form: Shakespearean Sonnet
Posted on Sunday Challenge @ Real Toads
& Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United