Good and evil battle
like lovers.
She lies still
and he, tortured,
the bloody sword sliding
through her fingers.
As winter snow
brings forth blossoms
pushing hope from the frozen ground,
what was good in him returns.
Breathing his name,
she holds him,
though their time is almost gone.
They kiss, as in a dream,
and say I love you,
but it doesn’t save them.
But, this time,
it does save the world.
close your eyes
and let me guide you to the darkness
No home.
No heart.
No breath.
Just here.
Just barely.
All the blossoms,
all the hope
held so deeply in her heart,
disappear,
as in a rear view mirror,
and leave her standing,
just barely,
and the world keeps turning,
as worlds tend to do.