He was calm,
But torments of the previous night, came out,
With a beating heart,
He shut himself up at home,
Tried to read,
A logical result of his opinion,
Left him stunned and confused,
Opened for fever-fits,
And half-rit responses,
Refusing to him the least of these,
A stranger in the night,
A coffin in sight,
Very fierce and angry mannered,
surrounded by the deepest silence,
Lying pale, motionless and bloodstrained,
A ray of moonlight struck,
He felt the unknown misfortune approach,
It became clearer in the old mans’s eyes,
Morality is nothing more than a code of behavior.