Sorrow

Sorrow

A single flame teased by a fickle breeze
Glows golden in the thickness of the night
The shadows dance like a wind through the trees
Flickering, subtle brush strokes of sable velvety and light

Cheeks throbbing with the pain on unshed tears
She shivers as the breeze plays with her hair
And chills her fragile body, inflaming her fears
A single tear falls but she does not care

It glows like a drop of pure molten gold
Reflecting candle light, crystal perfection
A gilded cage, what was it made to hold?
A diamond spider’s web of deception

Unseeing eyes, watching spectres of the past
Silently cursing her turn of fate
Can she break free of her own chains at last?
To forgive herself, and relinquish hate?

Fading the flame writhes as if tormented
Transient existence diminished
Shadows dance, demonically demented
Darkness engulfs all, hope is finished

Tears fall slowly at first, gathering speed
But now she weeps for herself, wasted breath
Bittersweet sorrow, nurtured from cruelties seed
A cruel joke of like a sad smile for death

Sable velvet night feathered wings enshrouding
Covering smothering chocking darkness
Surrounding suppressing, night spirits crowding
A smothering blanket of fearful blackness