What is the matter?
What is the  matter my dear?
Do you cry?
For thy weep falls into into my ear.

Thy clutch, stoppeth my strut.
Embraced around my body trembling.
Draped upon me, like heavy cloth
Your cry unceasing.

I look down our twined form
where our shadow cast upon your grasp.
lo, thy hand, burying a blade.
I let out neither shriek nor gasp

As you pour me to the floor,
in a blood smeared display.
Where my blood and your tears meet
where I for last moments lay.

Thy weeping figure leaned in
And I beckoned for a final reminder
For you, my dearest love
I'd forgive little sins such as ******....