Dusk of Death

The sun sets
On a cemetery.where
Just tombstones stand.
No one visits
This dead, forgotten land.
Suddenly,
Against the sunlight,
Stands a single, black figure.
He walks slowly
To a gravestone.
Standing all alone,
He places roses
On the grave of his true love
He looks so sad,
But then a peace
Washes over him.
His face turns to the sky,
And he searches for the moon.
The moon
Was her favorite.
She said it watched over her
He wonders...
If it watched over her,
Then why is she gone?
Why was she taken,
Still so young?
But then,
He hears her voice
In the blowing wind.
She's telling him
To be strong within--
The moon needed her,
And that's why she's gone.
So listen...
And look...
I'll always live on.