Dove

Such happiness, overjoyed with glee,
How could one choose to forego this all,
For some, I suppose ‘tis nothing, though not for me…
Nay for once pray’d I for none to end,
Beseeched to a God all of mine,
Still knowingly fate was far too grand for me to transcend. 
To the last minute, I drank from my glass,
Lapping the last drops of sweet nectar,
Fearing the hastily approaching crass.

Quick, thou brought it, 
I’ll hand thee that,
Heaved down the axe,
Cleaved mine heart with but one snap.
Brought to me how I came unworthy:
Sinful dread,
Saith hath thou, thine perpetual wish:
Wish ‘twas dead…

Slapping and crashing,
Dismal malice,
Divine heart’s smashing,
Thou art my crass…
Alas now time hath turn’d
The tides in mine direction
Now thy clock hath burn’d,
And my time hath arriv’d.  

In my hands I swept thee,
Thou art warm…
Though limp and heavy…
In my arms thou stay,
Thine eyes still open,
Though turn’d stone grey.  

I lay thee to rest as they come from the dark,
Worry not,
Love, 
I forgive thee…
No matter the malice,
The hate,
And the darkling fate,
No matter thy contempt,
Love,
I forgive thee…

Thou shalt rest peacefully,
In thy bed of roses for eternity…
Watch the thorns, my love,
I pray thou shan’t get pricked,
Though soon I must run—
They’re coming for my soul,
Love,
I know thou hast sent them,
Sent them for me,
They’ll steal my soul,
Though still, I pray for thee…


I close thine eyes,
Dispel thy hand,
Press you amidst the petals,
With cold, Earthen, demand…
They’re growing closer,
Love,
Though worry not,
I forgive thee…
No matter what thou doth attempt,
I shall withhold my contempt.

I forgive thee,
For no matter what thou dost attempt,
Thou art mine,
Thou wert, thou art, thou shalt be,
Love…
I forgive thee,
Why?
Forsooth,
Love…
No matter what thou dost attempt,
Thou shalt eternally be my dove.