The red, lunar moon rises into its black void where creatures of mystery fly into that punctured sky.
Your sanctuary, with its gothic slopes and its stained windows, rests within that desolate valley.
The dark, chilly night continues on while Death waltzes with Life.
Alone, alone in your sanctuary you yearned for salvation.
You were tempted by the lustrous Death who breathed coldly down your neck.
I walked by and I couldn't believe what I saw.
It was the woman I had loved, with her cascading chestnut hair, her green, glowing eyes, and her thin,pale body that was as soft as cotton, fades away before I could ask her to stay.
Guilt, with its persuassion, crept into my mind.
Why, I asked, why did you have to die?
Why did I walk up those winding stairs, through those long corridors, and into the doorway where you had laid ready for me to take?
I found you sprawled against the bed, lips half open, with eyes that were searching with a blank stare.
The heat began to boil in my veins while yours froze over.
My throat began to narrow with tremendous pain.
My heart fell onto that cold floor that held you lifeless and shattered like porcelain.
I walked across the shards of my heart, and with every step, giving me more reason to scream.
I touched your stiff skin and pressed your body against mine hoping that my warmth would be your cure.
I went back to meet you.
I wrapped you in our silk linens and carried you to our resting place.
The angels wept from the heavens softly onto your frozen body.
I laid you under our Weeping Willow.
We had agreed that our children would bury us here, but instead it is I that will mourn.
I dug into the soft earth, the rain mixing with my tears.
After what seemed like a lifetime of being alone, I sent you to rest.
I lied next to you, pulling the linens from your face.
You still looked so beautiful.
I kissed you for the last time and I let the rain fall.
It rained for 2 days as we rested together in our love.
