Loss

A world once vibrant, now ashen and grey,
Veils between worlds grow thin, they sway.

Crimson paints the cruellest scene,
The color of a wrenching scream unseen.

Torture unfurls its cruel, unyielding edge,
Like a rusty dagger slicing a nerve, a pledge.

Her soulmate, once her constant star,
Her life partner, now distant, far.
Her lover, the keeper of her heart's core,
Lay silent on the unforgiving floor.

His essence, his warmth, quietly fades,
His lifeblood forming mournful glades.
Puddles spreading, a dark tableau,
Rank with the acrid scent of sorrow's woe.

In the hollow of the night, she stands alone,
A figure of grief, to the bone.
The void he leaves behind, vast and deep,
A chasm where once love did steep.

Echoes of laughter, whispers of dreams,
Now drowned in the torrent of her silent screams.
The future they planned, the life they wove,
Gone in the moment fate cruelly stove.

How fragile the threads of existence prove,
How easily the dance of life does move.
To a dirge, a requiem, a somber song,
For one who's left, to carry on long.

In the stillness, she reaches for his hand,
A touch across dimensions, a silent demand.
For one last goodbye, one final embrace,
Before stepping forward, into life's relentless chase.

But memories, bittersweet, will remain,
A testament to love, a salve to pain.
And so she rises, amidst the loss, the cost,
To honor the living, and cherish the ghost.