Love her angel of despair,
Broken eyes to match her heart,
Shouting not to those who hear,
But those who too are torn apart.

With night, sequential weakness works,
Black trees loom, silencing all,
Frost covering a blackened earth,
Crying, alone, subdued she falls.

Black, it understands her pain,
Though offers only sneers,
Rudely reminding her the reality,
That nothing's as it appears.

When the rythmic beeping all but went silent,
There she was, feeling defiant,
It would never steal another away,
As she knelt by the place where he peacefully lay.