She draws cold breath on this winters morn
dress of black silk and silver she adorns
one step after another tentatively forwards
into the clearing from ancient pine woods
ankle high mist dances slowly then parts
and faster now does beat her kind heart
only chapel bells chiming gently in the distance
would be so bold as to break such soft silence

This final farewell she knew would come
tried purging the thought when it began
but love lost now is truly honour gained
did she repeat in her head again and again
then from nowhere did he appear
the man she loved yet also feared
looking into the black pools of his eyes
she touched his cheek then commenced to cry.

Speaking softly kind words of comfort
would have no merit in this the saddest of times
for after this mornings magical covenant
they would of severed all that did bind.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris