Frozen… again

by villow

In the light of the embers I sit and I look
at her face in the fragile glass frame,
And the drink in the glass just empowers the lass
to reproach me the curse of my shame…
A knock on the door, and who could that be
in the grey of this cold, freezing dawn?
I’ll go see … and beseech him or her to leave me
to my orgy of horror alone.
Onto my doorstep creeps a haggard old lad
With a bundle of rags in his hand
“She’s gone!” comes his groan, “she’s not there,” and he moans
And holds out a small pouch of gold sand.
And the fear in my heart moves to terror and grief
as I realize the truth of the thing:
the sand that now flows through my fingers I know
is the dust of her engagement ring.
Betrayal of love is the worst of all crimes.
I’d played her for my pleasure alone…
She’d believed in her heart that we would never part
and I killed her – to make her be gone.
Then a breath of perfume comes over the room
and a whisper like gossamer thread:
“Dearest one, I forgive you and never will leave you
and we’ll meet at the rise of the dead.”
But my life will be long listening to her song
as my soul dies a bit more each day.
For the angel I killed had yet my heart so filled –
Hell itself would not suffice to pay.

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  1. This is villow’s marvellous response to “frozen” ( ) and “frozen: an aftermath” ( ) both by damommza and myself 😀

  2. It was grand to play along with you! thank you so much. 🙂

  3. damommza

     /  November 2, 2011

    This poem is wonderful! I agree with sunovawot, the pleasure was mine too! 😀

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