The long wait and the sudden vanish.

Sinking in so deep, all the way with a weep, Here the ant waits, gaze fixed at the gates.

He for once know her feet, will reach him to meet, with the tenderness he carves, and there she comes!

His ears hear her voice, alone with no other noise. The world has blurred, for him she stands the world.

Alas! There comes the devil, with the sound of an evil. An year like minute later, nowhere was she to be seen.

A needle pricked him, so hard. So deep.