Sarah
"Some days are better than others,"
And frost passed those lips
Curling across the air before her
Freezing the tears on her cheeks
Into crystals of sorrow
"It all lost meaning,"
Her voice etching black lines
Across the flesh of my wrist
Tenderly; affectionately
With all the grace and beauty
This world has ever let die
"A long time ago."
And she moves away like snow
Predatory and delicate like
A hunter of souls
I am compelled to resist
The overwhelming desire
To fill her bed with lillies
Black and violet lace
Funeral shrouds to show
My unrequited affection
Those lips are, to me
Like an iceage for eternity
A meloncholy that, whispering,
Decorates her with shadows
As she moves away
Like snow and ashes
I would compare her
To Love
~ Erebus
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