|
Midnight looms across the land,
Deathly petals lay in my hand.
I took them from inside the basket,
That lay so gently upon your casket.
A tender tear runs down my cheek,
My sobs so broken, my limbs so weak.
I stamp my lips upon the wooden frame
That holds your photo; my undying flame.
The image still so clear, planted in my mind;
A stake through your heart, an act so unkind.
We'll be together as I promised, I do not disappoint.
The weapon lies so polished, with its dangerous point.
My pale hands lift it, I'm shaking, I know,
Yet I'm brave enough to see that it's my time to go.
So I smile as I get ready, ready to depart,
With a faint cry I grip on tight, and stick it in my heart.
|
