LADY IN WHITE

Here I am resting my dying body on the floor, after receiving a fresh and rare beating of my life in the hands of a beast who came like an angel in human form.

I did try rising up to the challenges, maybe to even wander somewhere far from where I was beaten but it's a sad thing to admit I have lost all my strength while trying to stand.

Each time I tried to rise, all I practically hear is my bones cracking themselves from body.

Here I am looking so pale and tired like a man who just encountered a raw defeat from Anthony Joshua.

It's going, what is going?, I think my sight is going, my sight is fading away like a faded notebook placed on the school window where rain could easily fall on it.

I staggered to rise, maybe to stop her to fix my sight like her eyelashes

All I could hear was is sarcastic laughter fading away as she walked away, leaving me wounded like an abandoned vehicle parked on the left side of the road.

My desire to rise was only known to me but my body couldn't fulfill the desire, because my body has been disassembled just like a mechanic boy disassembling all the parts of an abandoned vehicle tolled to their shop.

There was a time In my life that I wished to be a world-class footballer, imagine those dreams suddenly faded away before my very eyes, becoming a thing of the past.

If I was given a blank cheque to write on, all I would write on it, is there any charm I could buy that can return me to a newborn baby?

How I wished I had known she was a beast disguising as a human, coming with a blazing smile to push my destiny perfectly into the arms of ruins.

I think I needed to rewrite my destiny, these are the thoughts going through my wounded soul.

Here I am calling for death to run faster like the crazy movement of a plane when it's about to take off, sure you know how crazy the speed has always been.

Io and behold, death came and already feeding on my body, kissing my toes, romancing my skin and was about to land on my dying soul.

Suddenly I heard a voice sounding from afar, so cool and tiny, saying STOP right there.

Her voice directed our attention to her side, guess what she wore? It was a white garment.

I can't explain how my sight returned to my eyes, now I could see clearly, the lady in white must have worked some kind of magic in my eyes.

It was now a challenge between death and the lady in white who definitely came to rescue for my rescue.

 I wanted to rise, to rescue the lady who returned my faded sight but my body failed me again this time.

I was pleading to my body to give me the chance to rescue the lady in white that will soon be swallowed by Death.

My body turned their deaf ears to my pleading, it failed me again.

The fight began and I really couldn't explain what my eyes were able to capture.

How can I explain to the world that just one punch dished out to the cheek of Death made him trembling for Mercy under the feet of the LADY IN WHITE?

Then who was "the lady in white?

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