Bury the Light

I stumble into the end of your story
where the shadows loom just underneath the light
I dip my pen into the inkwell and pull out your tale
unknowingly pulling out a measure of madness as well

I wont smile, I promise, at any part of it
I vow not to shed pitiful and useless tears
but as I observe the black bleed the paper dry
I sense your lifeforce sinking deeper into mine

You cringe now but you could not have seen it coming
You were denied the day light before she came
from where you stood, she shined too bright
and you just could not see without her eyes

You had found the one who would guide you
into her light you always fled
but she in turn would never follow you home
-cast herself in iron to defy your fruitless tomb

The dream was perfect, you said
if only you could have made her see
but your plea was lost in a tortoise shell
and now that shes gone, the mirror pool swells

The night is a violent retribution
what should be finished never sleeps
you will hunt your ghosts regardless
even though in her death, she could not care less

A light in the window still shines for her
luring her tormented soul back home
she walks the night of a thousand deaths
never unearthing what she seeks, never finding rest

Yet you lay in wait every night
watching the silent moor
stone by stone building your crooked shrine
you would weep for her till the end of time

My pen drips in thick pools of black
hopeful that the story should resume
but the shroud is complete and your eyes lay still
as the moon above shines overhead like angels