Death cradled her sunken cheek
her breath became haggard  
he held her limp hand
As her carcass wilted
her soul bloomed

Father looked away
Never to shed a tear
But to put on a mask
Over his devilish grin

They all were inferior to him
Drizzled the wrong paint onto
The canvas of life
All of their pastels
Appeared grey

He wished
She would have
Died
In his arms
His cold eyes
Watching as she slipped
Out of his grasp

Submerged in the river
Fish for forgiveness
Sins washed clean

Burn
Ashes to ashes

She only loved one

They loved many