Her whisper soft and tender
Voice calling out to him
Once bright eyes are fading ember
Her figure now a subtle blur
Her arm outstretched to reach him
As he nears the brightest light
Her world has only grown dim
And she's lost her only sight
She shuts out the world and lets out a cry
He's slowly embracing the new life
She wishes that he never did die
He wants to go back to his lovely wife
She stresses over the permanent loss
She is nothing without his presence
He has grown as dull as moonlit moss
He left in the middle of a breath, the middle of a sentence
She drops a silent tear
And flashes an empty smile
He watches her in fear
Her lips yearn to touch the wretched vial
Alas! Alas! She has found a cure
She grabs her beloved's dagger
And pierces her flesh that was so pure
She draws a final breath with a stagger
And finally reunited with her one true love
They rejoice for their victory in the skies above
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Where the Ink Runs Dry
PoetryJust a collection of poems I have written. I won't stop writing until the ink runs dry. © Copyright of crazyhoran_93 All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permissi...
