• “Your gentle voice still rings in my ear.”

    She was silent. She was cold. She was still. She was alone. Her Tears meant nothing to the One who left her. The love she gave was never given to her. And now there was nothing she could do. All that was left was to sleep, in her memory of the One who left her.

    “Your words move inside me.”

    She now stayed with the feelings so insignificant. Was the One who left hiding away lost under their own sadness, or flying in clouds. Was her One happy with out her? Many seeds have been sown with sorrow, and bloomed so high with dark flowers. Where is the light? Perhaps like her, it was weeping alone somewhere.

    “Do you here my calling?”

    The wind hollowing through the land. A cross once made of silver turned to rust hung around her neck.

    “Why won’t you come back?”

    None had felt enough for her to cry. To stay with her as she faded. She was the only one there to cry for herself. No company but the cold dismal land. She was silent. she was cold. She was still. She was alone.

    “Could she love you more than me?”

    Her wings were trapped and bound.

    “I’ve been in love with you.”

    Her arms spread out.

    “But you’re not here”

    Her white dress now stained with red.

    “There’s nothing left with in my empty soul.”

    Barbwire held her arms in front of her white wings, piecing her skin, keeping her on her stone cross, surrounded by ruin.

    “Without you.”

    She was Silent.

    “I’m here looking for you.”

    She was Cold.

    “Where are you?”

    She was still.

    “Why can’t I find you?”

    She was alone.

    “I’ll wait here forever for you.”

    Her One was gone, her tears had run dry, her existence insignificant, her heart empty. Silent, Cold, Still, Alone.

    This played over for here creating a melody, creating a lullaby…

    To close her eyes.



    And the Darkness smiled