A true story I shall tell you now, innocent mortal that you are,
Of an insidious disease, slowly gnawing away at a young, fair victim,
Like you joyous endings upon Earth? Go another place.
This story I shall begin, so hold your breath, close your eyes,
For the sound of rain, listen….
Upon the frozen grass she is standing,
The cold, haunted melody of wind chimes,
Speaking and wailing like lost souls of the dead,
All ‘round her.
Harsh wind with no mercy,
Ripping through her still, motionless form,
Heaven releasing torrents of tears,
All ‘round her.
Inconspicuous grave she stands near,
Who is the knight trapped inside?
Beneath earth and stone….
His heart still beats, she says,
A Love such as ours renders us immortal,
He must live on…
Her hands scrape at the grave, bleeding, tearing,
No painful cry escapes her lips,
Remembering his warm kiss she is.
Stone is removed and shattered, clawing at the earth,
Her beauty is wild now, like a vicious animal.
Time has halted in this yard of stones, of death, of perpetual silence,
She cares not, he lives still, she is sure.
Perhaps night and day pass as she fights the dirt,
Pushing it away, seeking the Love.
He is there, now, staring up at her under dark, closed lashes.
She touches him, kisses him, waiting in all hope for response,
There is none.
Cold is his once tanned face, like stones set in winter,
This maiden runs her hands through his had been sun gold hair,
A dead sun now, lacking vibrant light.
A kiss again she gives, searching his mouth for that smile,
It is not there.
Where is your laughter? Where is your gentle touch? Where is that kiss?
Where is his life? Why has it been sucked from him?
Through an evil fight, his body lost.
All life she herself relinquishes, curled up against him, waiting for him.
Death’s sweet embrace wraps around her and all love leaves her body,
Love is fleeing in refuge to her immortal soul.