Struggling to race through autumn woods,
A rush through darknened mist.
I try but to no good,
For my love, I have already missed.
I search the trees and the ground before my feet,
yet I only hear my pounding heart beat.
The creatures of the night,
mockingly, follow me, in my journey.
And there she lay,
her head upon a pillar of stone,.
She smiled through her wet eyes,
and begged me to never leave her alone.
“For here I lay, and thou art my love.
Forever we were ment,yet I have taken it all away.”
A sight beyond horror,
to see my love, stripped away.
Her self-imposed murder,
Was more than I could handle for a million days.
For she lay supinly staring at the sky,
as rivers of blood slid down unto the ground,
forever to Death, she was now bound.
How could she take her life when she knew I need her so,
To continue my life without her, is like trying trying to barter with the crow.
A black rose laid upon her chest,
which rose and fell with her last shallow breath.
I stood there holding her head in my arms,
hearing her last words “I love you”.
I mourned for my lost love,
seeing her at her natural tomb.
And salty tears stained my eyes as they fell unto her pristine face,
growing ever more paler, with her fallen grace.
I rested my head against a pillar of bark,
and thought to myself as the afternoon grew dark.
I had known she was wanting of release,
maybe my love could not keep her on her feet.
Yet I know deep in my heart,
we shall not be eternally apart.
For we shall meet again in another place,
I joyed at the thought of being the last to see her face.
Calmness flew over me, like a shallow-breasted dove,
and there it stood beautifully on the chest of my love.
Cocked it’s head and looked around as others’ sung their song,
Maybe my life will make up for her’s, all along.
I breathed in deeply,
smelling the scent of earth,
we had been lovers ever since our birth.
The dove was a sign of everlasting peace,
for no more death and only love’s release.
The ivory bird walked stealthly on the body of my angel,
a natural state to see it relate to a creature so divine.
Yet I reared back in horror as I looked upon my love,
to see a black-winged raven, decapitate the dove.
Crimson droplets trickled upon the face of my life,
to see the head in the beak of the raven, slicing through like a knife.
The dove’s body fell unto the chest of my dead soul,
to see the red rivers was a sight I never wanted to behold.
Ragefully I flung myself unto the raven,
it flew above me, cynically.
I shouted tormented thoughts,
to defile a pure heart,
and ruin the body of my dead love.
I fell upon the ground to hear voices whisper from the trees,
I felt a tinge of pain surface from a bloody knee.
A razorblood digged into me,
already marked with a crimson streak,
and I knew instantly it was what she used to end her life with me.
I look to the red sky to see my arch-angel die,
I whispered back to the demons as they lied.
I saw the tarnished wings of my faith,
the chain of events tore my soul out of it’s place.
I begged someone to help me,
yet the bloody razorblade, I saw as a key.
To the doorway to eternal life,
with an angel who fell,
or fiery, damnation in hell.
I raised it to my neck,
and felt to previous blood,
so warm and reassuring.
I stared at the corpse of my better half,
The body of the dead dove, and the raven who laughed.
A quick slit and the pain all faded away,
I hope someday,
I’ll be with my angel who could never stay.