Midnight's long past
When he stands there.
Full moon above,
And earth below.
Finally found,
His destination.
Why is he here?
He doesn't know.
Her grave is covered
With a blanket
Of white snow,
The purest yet.
Her name a whisper,
On his tongue.
Not something he
Will soon forget.
In his right hand,
A scarlet rose.
He lays it over
Where she lies.
The wind picks up.
He kneels there watching.
Wiping wet tears
From his eyes.
His cold heart does
Hold such emotion.
Like he'd never
Felt before.
He speaks his sorrow,
Grieving words.
His guilt will be
Forevermore.
Slowly he stands,
Head bowed in thought.
He leaves as quickly
As he came.
He can't forget.
It's all his fault.
His life will never
Be the same.