To look back is the greatest crime.

Shadowed path,
Broken stones,
Crumbling beneath my feet.
A road to Hope
from the darkest of places.
The darkest of times.
The Death of my lover.

Fair face, I will never see again.
Locks of ebony, now ashen.
Skin stretched upon the framework of their body.

A face amongst the blackened terrain,
but I must not look back.
I cannot look back.
For to do so
would be the death of
their Love.

But a light shines,
Luminance from the clouds,
Some other shade never before defined.
It is nothing short of
the promise of Serenity.

Reviews

[BlueEyedBandit]

This piece, though sad, is very beautiful. I really liked this.

[deeps]

Shadowed path,
Broken stones,
Crumbling beneath my feet.
A road to Hope
from the darkest of places.
The darkest of times.
The Death of my lover.

I so loved these words,
This is an amazing write here.
I like this alot.