The Hanging Garden Series (Part 3)

Lightning in the gardens
The faint outlines of the trees
A servant girl curled by the wall
Crying at the statues feet
She has fallen in love again
This time for the last
Her eyes are glazed with a sweet thick film
They call it arsenic glass

All she needed was a quick drink
She felt it on the back of her throat
She stumbled out here to the garden
This late, that's where he would go
She looks up at the statue
Glowing silver, bashed with rain
The way his eyes call back to her
He knows her kind of pain

It's been fifty years of love and lost
Since the king and queen took their lives
Now the statues are all that's left of them
All that's left this rainy night
She's staring up at the kings face
Her body follows her eyes
She presses her lips on the statues
Like they will catch her when she dies

Statues can not kiss back
But she presses hard all the same
She turns to the queen and apologizes
Like the queen would retake her reign
She slid down to the bottom
Between the statues here
Her heart came to a rhythmic stop
That is the last of her

The statues in the garden
They hold her through the night
Tomorrow someone will find her
They will take her from their sight
But one thing is for certain
We know this for a fact
Once you kiss garden king
There is never going back