The Final Battle

The Great Battle

Intricate design, the intangible maze;

He contrived this profound architecture. 

She deviates, strolls about and trips in a daze, 

To confront her life’s deadly picture. 

She squirms in vain and wriggles in agony;

While he enjoys the show of his remarkable tyranny. 

She prays from her heart for one final miracle

To put an end to this tumultuous debacle. 

As the seconds pass, he’s impatient;

To savor the flavors of his impeccable manoeuvre. 

She makes up her mind as her doom is evident,

For falling a prey to this worldly misadventure.