The Empty Shroud
written by: Nada M. Sobhi
Oh – NON!
Do not tell! – this carriage carries ma Belle!
“Laissez-moi la voir! Let me in! Let me in!”
The eyes white-watered by moonlight.
The hands frozen, fragile rosy petals.
The cheek, I touched, so bleak.
I put my ears on the fold with tears.
Oh my dear! I missed thee!
I heard the vast voidness inside.
A chilly, hushed starry night!
A silenced pure nightingale!
Letters of love lost in the gale!
I heard the untold secret tale.
The wish to live in an isolated vale.
A sudden voice of thunder cut me –
“Hold on, mademoiselle! Hold on!” –
“Are you talking to a shroud,
empty inside?” –
I opened my dreary eyes,
looking towards his side.
“Salut, sir, non, my dear lies there.”
“Non, mademoiselle, it’s an empty indeed”
“Écoutez-moi, sir, some are alive
Yet their hearts no longer beat”
“The next avenue, s’il vous plaît, sir”
“Carry this dearest shroud very softly.”
“Au revoir, sir.”
“Au revoir.”
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