Depths of my mind

10/2/15

In the cool night of fall when the moon shone bright over the land a word of love was spoken. The undying love between them held together in the absence of ones life. Death would steal her love away yet her love for him would not die with him. Their warm embrace shut out the cold, but it was the embrace that sealed his fate. She saw his danger to late and felt the blood soak his shirt. Silent tears fell from her eyes as the murderers rode out upon horseback. Her life in danger she knew he would want her to save herself. She let his body drop to the ground and ran for the cover of the woods. Wasting little time she mounted her horse and rode away from him. His blood covered her hands and tears stained her cheeks. The words he spoke rang in her thoughts. She longed for his warm embrace again to shut out the nights chill. This night, she knew, would not be forgotten. It would shape her, this night was what made her driven on her quest to find who killed her love. Is love stronger in death? This I cannot say, but to know the sting of death is to feel a love worth dying for. It is finding this love, that is an ever wavering presence we cannot define.