december widower

May 24, 2012


the open sea seduces her

down from her widow’s walk,

urging her to join her beloved

in its cold, dark depths…

she stands upon the precipice,

the cliff of existence,

the winds of time whipping through

her auburn tresses, so

lost in grief and misery that she

fails to hear her name

called out behind her-

she steps off the ledge, too far

out of reach for the hand of her Prince

to rescue;

He watches as she falls,

without a sound,

into the murky deep.

and then,

He joins her.



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