die, for the lingering sigh,
In harmony, of shadows old.
I saw your face, of white,
With folds, of skin, among iron,
Death had painted Hell, on a frown,
For my nose, to cling, to its scent.
would Heaven offer, if Death denied her form?
God, who stalks the bramble, of empty skies.
am loth, in beginning to toil,
In merciless, unfurling of grief.
had hair, which tossed beneath, your eyes,
A frail face, of listless beauty, drowned by sorrow.
spiders crawl, on a grave,
And snakes, devour a carcass,
In your arms, I knew of Love.
In my soul, I knew of Hatred.
gave God, his desired Beauty.
Where salvation, would bring, an eternity.
Though the rivers, were formless,
My tears streamed, in endless currents.
to my beloved, who lays mangled,
I notice an arm, which clings to your heart,
That heart, which lays bare,
A heart of love, not shared.