If you are here,
don't let her know.
Brush her hand softly
and she will go away
with you.
Look not at
the mesmerized expression
on her face.
Say nothing at all.
Surrendered
is her power
of creation.
For the sword
in her hand.
A swaying weed
against the wind.
Icy is your heart
as she embraces
the betrayer.
Trembling,
your empty hands.
Hope seeping through
your open fingers.
Isolation took
her away.
Disposed of
is your love.
For the light
that will come after night.
For goodness
that feeds pride.
Don't let her fall.
Unwanted
is hurt again.
Her finger
on your lips.
A secret
for you to keep.
