I was a flower ready
To bloom,
But then you crushed
My petals,
With each one that fell on that
Cold floor,
So did my love die with
Each petal,
A shattered truth now lying
Broken, crushed,
My love was to blossom, now it is
*Upon the floor...

They say that the man
Who leapt—cried out not of fear
But of deep regret.

If I Died Tomorrow
Not One Living Soul Would Care

*~Marian~

Did I catch a tear
Falling from thy cheek so dear?
A loving memory thou didst behold
Like a fleeting spark of gold.
Eyes of brown laced with pain
The tears--they fall like gentle rain
A broken heart laced with scars
A sorrow that we call ours.

*~Marian~

No longer doth she walk the twilit earth,
Her knock forever absent from our door.
Death's icy grasp banished our childlike mirth
Silencing her sweet voice forevermore.
Laid aside dreams from spirit grown weary;
Perfume of burning candles flood her room.
How dragged those final days on steps dreary
Awaiting with tears the oncoming gloom.
Sweet Joy! I long to see thee once again
Tripping so merrily through woodland green,
Or nymph-like wandering in mist and rain.
Amber hair and faery form no more seen,
Flown as a free bird from imprisoned cage,
Vanished from life, leaving one cherished page.


**~Hilda~