Plight of the Widow

The black abyss of dying words
Whispered thoughts that cannot be heard
The deepest realm in self delusion
Came frozen love story, end with no conclusion

Housed in wilderness, home of the slain
The widower lays in thoughts of pain,
Ardent lover floored in crimson sleep
Crippled from the vision, her heart doth weep

Fate and destiny worked so cruel
He was the solider that played the roman fool
The battle was fought and now a loss
Damned in sould by the sacred cross

In her eyes, the sorrows there lie,
Imagery of hurt as the ravens do cry,
Death has came unwanted to this place
Second Hoot of the owl sends her into great haste

"The owl has cried I know what must be done
My heart was his we will always be one.
Let steal caress my flesh, and life drip to the floor
I will join him in the night, now and evermore"

Her cry she sang up into the night
Despair borne of a dreaded plight,
Dagger pointed to her breast
Path to join the hands she once caressed

Plunged into her heart, the cracks were sealed
Filled with blood, pain she no longer feels
Mind unraveled and thoughts undressed
Two lovers now forever at rest.