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Author: William Edgedale
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry - Published: 05-08-08 - Updated: 05-08-08 - Complete - id:2515078

As I hold your hand in mine

I can feel the warmth leave you

You are as cold as ice,

Dying no matter what I do

As the light and fire

Fades from your dim-lit eyes

A tear falls down your pale, white face

Slowly your eyelids fall, never again to rise

The quietest whisper escapes your lips

“I love you” is your very last sound

Then your hand falls from mine

To meet the cold, hard ground

Your chest falls for the last time

And your body goes unnaturally still

Your spirit is gone, never to return

No matter what it is I will

I sit at your side as the hours goes by

Silently grieving, wishing you were here

But my whishes are not granted, my cries are not answered

I have lost the one I held dear

Finally the time has come

To wrap you in the blankets of eternal sleep

I carry you to your eternal bed

To sleep and rest, long and deep

As I walk away into the night

With heart in pieces, cheeks streaked with tears

I look back at your tomb

And I decide to face me fears

I unsheathe a blade of silver

I walk back to where you rest

Lay don at your side,

Thrust the blade at my breast

It pierces my heart so swiftly

My chest is crimson with blood

And my breathing slowly stops

My soul is lost in the blackness flood



© Copyright 2008 William Edgedale (FictionPress ID:610745).


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