My lady lies
Crying upon the bed
Her tears spill over the pillow case
- A pool of blood.

She smiles
The light wavering
Cold...
Darkness appearing white
Grey to the careful eyes
Not blinded
By that false smile.

Drum rolls.
The sounds of thousands matching
The whispering wind
The tainted earth
Shifting
Day turning night.

The mask of happiness
Clouded sorrow
Delicate glass actually hard
Harder than diamond.
Nothing's unbreakable
The tears fall.

She comes with the midnight
Her eyes gently gleaming
The sounds of waves crashing
Her voice soft
The salty sea winds rustling through leaves
Her touch luring
She comes with the rising of dawn
Her kiss wanting
Souls entwined
She comes with the calling of sleep
The blackness growing, her smile yearning
Above, a raven flies.

She stared in sorrow
My dear lover,
Silent screams echoing through the hall
Hands reached out
Not touching
Hesitant and withdrawn
Tears gone with the first sunshine.
A single lock upon the bed
The colour of brass.

They stood in rows
Armoured or in black
No face smiling
No eyes glowed.
The night was dark
The air was still
The ground cold.

Nobody moved
Many cried
But not the soldiers.
The war had claimed most
And not all the survivors
survived.
The general already buried
His lieutenant dead.
This they would do for their queen.
To shed a tear would be a sin
To cry would suggest weakness,
With her soft brown eyes
She died a heroine.
There should be no sorrow
An old friend has gone home.

A moonless night
They funeral over and most had left.
Within her ash coated ebony tomb
Brass hair untouched by the wind,
Forever Aster-scented
She lies.
Clear liquid
Drips down my cheeks
Landing upon the grey stone
It's raining,
Yet the sky is clear.