By J.L. Moore
Slumber comes to those who ask,
Darkness feeds their fatal mask.
The stony heart in her chest
Can not stand the final test.
Crushed beneath the weight of time,
Her love is guilty of a hideous crime.
Enchanted hatred sings of fear,
Making her intentions darkly clear.
Wasted words slice her tongue,
Her love for him, at last is wrung.
Dying eyes weep noxious tears,
Reaping scorn through the years.
Compelled to render her feelings mute,
Cutting them down deep beneath the root.
Drawing forth her final breath,
She dances into the arms of joyous death.