To the Girl That Stained My Heart Black

Snow fell on my life
From a frozen galaxy.
It was carried on a moonbeam
And sent to cover me.

I knelt alone
In a deep, vaulted cell
And heard above me in the distance
Your glorious death knell.

I once found peace
In your open arms,
But, my pale enchantress,
By death you were harmed.

It was many nights ago
That you were stolen from me.
Ever since I've been weeping
On my bent knees.

You were dressed in autumn leaves
And laid in a broken, velvet-lined coffin.
I kissed your still lips.
Such cold I have never forgotten.

I held dead flowers
In your darkened tomb
And carved your story
Into the catacomb walls deep in the Earth's womb.

And all the flowers placed
In your warm and darkened grave
Have long ago bowed their heads,
For even their beauty could not be saved.

I cried to the moon
When she was strong and shining bright,
But the moonlight surrendered,
And my tattered heart trembled with fright.

A fire burned,
But I was still cold,
For my only comfort
Was found in my own growing sorrow.

My withered heart benighted,
I sought solace in the dark.
Could no one understand
The sorrow of my heart?

Now alone I pursue thee
In everlasting darkness.
In this, my saddest hour,
My soul still cries with sickness.

For the sun won't rise,
And my tears won't dry,
And you're all I see
When I close my weary eyes.

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Originally written:    February 17, 2001; February 24, 2001
Put online:    April 29, 2001
Discussion:    Basically, the man of the poem has grieved for his dead woman the way one is "supposed to," but he still misses her and can't get her out of his mind. Even in death, her presence is warm, but he remains cold and numb.


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