An open window
There she’s dreaming
Into this darken room
Moonlight’s bleeding
Shadow of the lady
In the wall caged motionless
Faint ray of the lonely moon
Brighten her face
Few papers’re scattered
On her wooden desk
A sudden wind tossed away
Those soft-spoken pages
Through the open window
Her eyes fixed at the night sky
Though her shadow's
Static there on the wall
In a far-away land
Her mind made a fly
A rope is ‘round her neck
Like a serpent coiling
In one of those pages
A note is written,
“Not escaping from here
Somewhere I’m just entering”
