Eyes in hues of green and gold
Mesmerizing flecks to which
My gaze was stubbornly fixated
Crimson lover and ebony spirit,
Why did you me so
Hungry and bereft?
We met one cold December hour
And your voice indelibly painted
An awe-inspiring tapestry
Upon the hollow corridors
Of my heart
You said Yes
I remember the very gasp
Even the nuances of your
Angelic voice
I have committed to memory
But nothing cripples your will
Like the magnetic pull
Of a golden-tressed vixen
Oh, how you covet,
How you steal and you gorge
You pummeled me down
Into an abyss of no return
But when my ashes are strewn
Across the vast fields
Of God's Heaven
They will not remember me
Or my mangled remains
For I am just another victim
Of your sagacious convictions
A singular pearl
On a long string of beads
So pure but marred
A beauty but scarred
They will admire
And exalt to the skies
They will bellow their song
To the thousands listening
But they will also weep
A funeral march so poignant
Dew drops from their eyes
Awaken the fallen
And with them I rise