I once knew a gentle man
Kind
And handsome
Who loved me
For
Who I was.
My brother,
Esaphix,
Said he didn't see
What I saw
In the man,
But I just
Fell in love with the man
Even more.
But on a dark,
And cold
August afternoon,
We took a drive
Into town.
A sick driver
Crashed into us,
I saw my husband
Jerk free
Of the seat belt
But it was to late.
Then,I blacked out.
I woke up
In a hospital bed,
Reaching,
Grabbing
For my love,
But he
Was dead.
When I got home,
I sat
In the chair
He sat in
Every night
While we talked,
When I heard
A muffle
Coming from
The snuffbox
On
The bookshelf.
I opened it,
And the spirit
Of my love
Floated out,
His face
Distorted.
When I saw
his spirit
I knew
there could
Be hope.
I was still
Drawn
To him.
I tried
To ask
But the spirit
In the snuffbox
Floated
Into the fire,
A raging ball of heat blooming.
He was not himself.
He bellowed :Some day,my dear,
Together we will be again,
After revenge
Has been made.
I knew
What he meant,
And I agreed,
But should I? I asked myself,
But
It didn't matter,
Because
My brother
Came in
And threw
The snuffbox
Into the fire
Just
As my love
Was
Floating out,
And,
Just before
Esiphix
Threw him
Into
The fire,
My love
Gave me
A cold,
Ghostly kiss,
Then burned,
Screamed,
Died in the fire.
I was so angry,
Torn,
My heart was,
But it was too late.
The spirit
In
The snuffbox
Was dead.
