A Sad Twist Of Fate

stranger in red

tell me the tale of the stranger in red the one who brings the laces and the threads tell me the story of how he has weaved a thousand stories for us to believe

tell me again of how he has smiled while narrating the history of our customs revived now I tell you the secret of this stranger in scarlet he's in you and me, concealed in the good-hearted

Danica Mae Hablado

A Sad Twist of Fate

Here we are, in rain Hand-in-hand, tight grasp could maim; I don't know what led us here, Clued us in with ground so slithery.

Not too high, not too low, looking down; Too dark to see, we both frown. Grip is loosening, no one was listening. A call for help, a cry for hope.

Then hands went numb, and oh so suddenly, Fingers went separately. A yell as they fall, eyes closed in resignation; Only to thump below, a laugh sounding over the bellows.

The fall was short, no life was lost. A sad twist of fate? No, just a fantasy of a daydreamer.

Coleen Casanova