And left her floating in the black
And dark and lonesome empty room
Which, fittingly, seemed like a tomb.
Poor child, she ne'er could let him go
As sunlight turned to wretched snow
And oh! to think that even Time
Could never heal his wicked crime.
So, while in pain, she never slept,
She never smiled; she only wept.
'Till prayerfully she one day knelt,
And prayed to God she no more felt.
And as the darkness 'round her grew
Greater and greater pains she knew,
'Till she resolved to, with a knife,
End such a broken, loveless life.
She, resolute, the dagger grabbed
And closed her eyes and, simply, stabbed.
Dyeing her pillow with tears of red,
She bled and bled 'till she was dead.
(Adonis)
wafaa said...
i thought it is about time i pop in... and was right...
very nice!!!
{kwoo§hie}* said...
{kwoo§hie}* said...
... =|
um...
i totally didn't know what the title was when i wrote the above comment!!!