I hold her,
dying,
in my arms;
her body
covered by a robe of crimson
painted by the blood
that flows from her.
In shadowed moments
I had watched
her sorrow turn to pain.
Without a voice
I had no choice
but to silently stand by
as she unknowingly,
with a faint smile
playing on her lips,
chose me over life.
The retributions of
others toward me โ
Reaper of Souls, Dark Angel -
cannot break the vow
I have taken to provide
final solace.
I embrace her now
as her body
involuntarily
moves in a mockery of dance.
Soon she will become aware
that she is not alone,
that I am here to comfort,
to lead, to guide her
into a place without pain
or pleasure,
without sadness
or joy,
withoutโฆ
Awareness,
like a waxing light,
draws her outward
as a final breath
softly escapes
and we begin
our journey
to unknown realms.
An entry for Round 31, "Invalid Item"
Prompt: Image (see above)
Form: Free Verse
Line Limit: 60
Line Count: 44
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