In white
I hold you,
the ring of truth
falling
from your finger.
Blood flows
from the open wound
of my sword.
We dance,
sipping drinks
from colored glasses,
telling tales
to make me hungry.
Only gone a moment,
she comes
to claim my crown
(and) even with a head start,
I’m on the run.
Memories clattering
to the floor
like colored glasses,
it comes to me
quietly.
I couldn’t save him.
So with a kiss,
I say goodbye
and
(the) colors fade.