Love story

“Reaper”!
At her grave he calls in anguish to the air
“Bring her back
And my soul for you”  

The howling wind speaks
Only to him
“I have heard you
She lives again  
In the room she died
You will find her revived  
The happiness ,  death stole from you no more
No longer She's yours to have and to hold
I will come for you this is truth”
The wind slowly quiets
  
Days go
The beginning of hope
And love again
Days go
the pain inside ceases to strain

Days go  
As her lover sleeps deep
Her flesh will not stay in place
Her deterring body can't hide the scars  
Her face no longer glows like full moon light
She sees not another day
The corpse in the mirror doesn’t want to go away
She knows there is not much time on her hands
She looks at her man greeted by flash backs of the time they had
Locking the house  
Gasoline on the carpets and the couch
Striking the match and dropping it in the lounge
Right next to her love she lays down