Almond Blossoms

13: a letter to a gargoyle

A small town in Winchester they said, this lady fared from. She wore light colours and in her eyes she bore clouds, mighty storm clouds that threatened to erupt with emotion unbridled and unchecked, she walked nimbly up to my shrine and she whispered with bated breathe something I knew she wished she could tell another, in time alas.

"I once saw a raven, a majestic creature with

strength flowing in his dark glistened wings

shrewd eyes always watching

bony weathered face stoic of feeling.

I once smelt that freshly dug ground,

smelling like rainwater and tears that wet the earth that day.

The skies rumbles with a sorrow unspoken.

Dried flowers lay sterile beside the grave.

I once held you in my arms

there was a catastrophic beauty in loving you,

your eyes that were fierce and calm,

your face that smiled and wept all along,

I failed to notice it, the landscape of the end.

When I first saw you, I wished to eat up every bit of you,

but everything about you devoured me instead.

I failed you, I failed you.

I saw your heart, beating away to the terrible melody of rage and

I felt your bitterness, the wicked gleam in

your eye as you shot down the raven,

your fingers lingering just a bit longer at the blood spurting

from its sable neck,

your eyes closed as though exhilarated.

I tried to supress it, I tried to make you happy.

But nothing betrayed your secrets

like your shaking shoulders and the cold in your eyes."

With this she was gone, disappeared into the abyss, realizing that her words were heard no longer by the one she wishes. What mercy I could offer to these damned, I often wonder about.