Writing form- An Octave A grassland with marcescent leaves Blowing dry harsh winds oscillating her fluttering hairs Her shivering dry lips muttering to an ac-crossing air Words from within those once stitched with promising love- weave Her close eyes filled with tears waiting for his caress touch to perceive And a momentous touch refilled her with joy and believe that he still ardor her and care But that was the Cobra's lick! her ears were waiting to listen three words worth for life's swear A noxious sting of Cobra took her breath before her beloved with disguise departing lovers with grieve P.S.- This is the first time I have written an Octave. If there is any mistake then correct me :)