IN THE NIGHT... BLOOD LOOKS BLACK

When I came to.
My eyes toward trees.
The wind it sung.
The branches creak.

Moonlight shadows.
They crossed my face.
My muscles sore.
My head it ached.

I felt the wound.
From the attack.
I saw the blood.
The night made black.

Her whimper cry.
echo through woods.
From not too far.
Told me to move.

I stumbled on.
To follow pain.
I stood above.
My woman slain.

I fall to knees.
I hold her head.
Her eyes told me.
Where her spirit went.

Body in arms.
Or what's left intact.
Soaked in blood.
The night made black.



-Rest in peace my dearest Mazerea-