He glares at me
And the scene glares right back at us
A pool of oozing red surrounds us
The bed of roses shimmering
The black silk with stains of velvet
The shiny golden candles painted with a dark ruby
Everything is Crimson, Everything is Blood
Everything is Beautiful.
As he sees the ache as I struggle to hold him, the helplessness of enduring
He grabs me easily and flattens me on the pool of red
As I start to close my eyes
And bits of life depart me
He stands up, begins to abandon this magical place
My vision begins to blur, my hearing diminishing
As I no longer hear the leaving footsteps
My heart beating. Still beating; its rhythms distant.
It Screams The Shout! The Final Plead, Calling, Whispering..
Upon the shallow silence
And he turns back
He glances at me, at my all
And runs to hold me
To Kiss me