The Last Fair Day

More than the fair I was

That day was indeed

Flamboyant met the wee hours

Walking heaving my bright day

Sparkling hairs, muddling with the aroma of the season

Eternity promised both the beauties

They were four, shadowed me

Left an eternal blackness on me

Promise was melting, acid just entered

Screams of dreams were more than scars

Indeed the day was fair more than I was.