Sorrow is waning as I see how her waxen hair glistens in the ghostly moonlight.
The single tear has dried.
Although brief, my love for her was deep, passionate and full of rage. Enough rage to drive the blade 13 times.
I will rue no longer; there will be others, as there were before her.
Posted on Tuesday, 27 July 2010
Lover’s Mourn
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