For his gaze a white horse
My insides a little bit
Morose
For his hands precise
Shiver inducing
And mine
Gauche disguised.

For the return
In the dream palace
Never the more abiding
Alas, alas!
Anti-clock wise,
Survive the fragments
And the lies.

For my tears crimson
His, unspoken
Ghastly flow of abundant,
Turmoil when apart,
Swagger at ease,
Dies and behaves
Their fears.

For us alone, the devil
May rise
Burial sites
God may reclaim
Two souls in one heart
Separate.
But they will not
Forget.


--Eleanor