he died for her..

drenched in heavenly tears he knelt,
in the middle of the already deserted street,
thinking of what a looser he was.
his heart lay in shreds,
torn apart by fates hand,
his face awashed by dripping pain,
telling an untold tale of a hurting mate.
if only she could see his sad state,
and listen to his babbling lips,
and the tone from this fibble creature,
that now knelt in sorrow,
saddened by the unending misery,
that seemed not to seize,
with each passing minute,
gloomier than the past,
if only she could hear him out,
but no she is long gone,
taken all he lived for,
life meant nothing anymore,
he took out the colt,
kissed the barrel and said the grace,
blast!!...cling!!...thud!!
he had pulled the trigger...