a knock upon the door

catefrances

verily she loved him
but now she is alone
she stood upon a burial mound
her arms upraised in song
she thought she knew him better
than the words he used to reveal
nothing of lasting consequence
and now shes eaten her last meal
the dagger in her left hand glints hungrily under the moon
as she sings the final note, her blood begins to rise
she feels the warmth below spreading
her head begins to dance
shell free her self from this temporal world
and enter into her homeland