in the name of love
she was late in arriving, sadly
she has fallen to her death
the note laying on the side of the bed read
love has gone to a better place,
the soul she once gave herself to
is no longer with
us present in time. you ask, what was she to do next,
but to take corse of her brutal life?
but there was no going back, at any means,
without the one she so desperately sought, to her
everything is lost, the sun does none or little
to matter anymore, and she could hear his distant
cries at dusk as it eases into dawn.
but to lose in this world, to gain him
in return, would only consume her soul with the howling
of the wolves, howling towards the countless moon, to
set us free of any curse.
and there was never any escaping the nearest
dark, without the love she held so dear to her heart,
a bride on her wedding night, fitting to her dress, for
one last time, as she falls through earth, like no one
before her, in the name of love, she screams in silence.
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