Irony of Fate

She slipped through the night,
A phantom of life,
Cloaked by the wind and the rain...
Stepped to the edge
Of a precarious ledge
To lament her loss and her pain.
In a grief choked voice,
She questioned the choice,
Her lover'd made nights ago...
To take his own life,
Thus ending his strife,
Leaving her lost and alone.
Yelling out "Why?!"
She knelt there to cry,
But lost in her grief and her woe...
She slipped instead
On the rain slicked ledge
And plunged to the rocks below.
The storm raged waves,
Laying their claim,
Carried her off to the sea...
And her pain ridden cry
Was lost in the night
Like a mist on a warm summer's breeze.
Yet sadly, it seems,
Her young lover's dreams,
Had ended in much the same way...
For in the late midnight hour
He'd knelt, picking a flower
And fell to the same twisted fate.

G.D.R.