Jan 18, 2008 10:35
She can't believe he's really gone
But she can feel the deep sense of wrong
She's cold in her whole being,
Can't believe what she's seeing
The army men at her door
Saying her husband won't return from the war
They say he's dead.
The emptiness inside her turns to lead,
And she falls to the ground
Screams but makes no sound
They're asking if she's alright
All she sees is endless night
Death isn't far from her
She can feel its comforting lure
Looking down at the ring on her finger
Feeling his spirit linger
She whispers to him "Soon..."
"Don't worry my love, together again before noon."
They found her later, fingers curled around the knife
The poor dead soldiers dead wife.