Time to time
It wonders by
Without a breathe
It reeks of death.
Cloaked in red
But dark as black.
As his hands clasp
To his partners grasp,
Tight as death.
He appears at the door
And at her bed,
to glimpse at her
To entwine
His finger along with hers.
As she breathes her final breathe
He sheds his only tear
As he stares
At her demise.