Post by Taika of Narfell on Jan 6, 2007 5:40:17 GMT 1
The steady trail led to the ground
You grasped the dripping knife
I looked upon the trickling flow
Dyed red with human life
My mind was hazy with regret
You saw my pensive gaze
And weakly reached to take my hand
Your eyes a fiery blaze
With every beat your heart was strained
Your strength was sapped away
The hand in mine was losing warmth
Its fingers turning grey
The colour faded from your skin
My eyes they could not cry
And as I kissed your frozen lips
I said my last goodbye
You grasped the dripping knife
I looked upon the trickling flow
Dyed red with human life
My mind was hazy with regret
You saw my pensive gaze
And weakly reached to take my hand
Your eyes a fiery blaze
With every beat your heart was strained
Your strength was sapped away
The hand in mine was losing warmth
Its fingers turning grey
The colour faded from your skin
My eyes they could not cry
And as I kissed your frozen lips
I said my last goodbye
