The Last Dawn

By Mariyam Hameeda

The last wave that crashed the rock,

left the memories of the sunken ship.

The last flame that burned the wood,

left the ashes as a regret.

The last drop that touched the leaf,

left its taste on the blade.

The last arrow that hit the knight

left the hymn of the warrior on the chest.

The last ray that blessed the earth,

left a hope, for the night is to come.

The last flake that touched the skin,

left the chill of the winter.

The last melody that heard the ear,

left the song to be remembered.

The last hand that held tight,

left the warmth of love with hate in disguise.

The last smile that crossed the face,

left the happiness, though enslaved.

The last tear that rolled the cheeks,

left the longing for the one deceased.

The last blood that dripped from wound,

left the scar in the betrayed heart.

The last kiss that felt the lips,

left the softness of the other soul.

The last beat that the heart will feel

will leave the legacy of the person I was.

By Mariyam Hameeda