One More Before I Leave Forever

Winter wind whips snow white flakes across the barren, sullen moor
Birds stay hidden, warm in their nests, no flying to some distant shore
A frozen touch caresses the land and glistens bright with silver dust
Crisp crackles shatter the cold silence, turning fragile plants to rust

Bleak grey fog covers ground and grass like veils of silken shrouds of death
White shadow flits amongst the stones, a movement wanders with no breath
The snow allows this desolate figure to move through fog and faint pale light
Unearthly soul walk very slowly as plants and trees retreat with fright

A life once taken comes again to walk on paths so roughly forged
It lay amongst the dew of morning while animals bit and fed and gorged
A corpse of white, pale skin then broken only red from bloody strokes
The knife he drew to finish off the one he loved lay twixt the rocks

A mist forgotten turns to grey throughout the morn with phantom breath
And sadness follows each step she walks, remember life before her death
Her lover made the wrong decision and took her life before her time
So, now she wanders and makes her promise…

…“and in my death, your life is mine.”