Drop by drop, the oil-like Darkness seeped
deeper, down down into her pores.
Desperately aiming to wash it away,
fingers fumbling futilely
only mixing the grief with salt sadness.
Nameless faces and canned condolences,
trapped- though this museum of bones knew no walls.
She wondered if he felt the moment,
if his skin crawled as the
Last life drained, eternally.
She wondered if pain followed,
if his nerves ignited
as one last grand finale.
Inch by inch, eulogized eyes watch
deeper, down down they lower her shield.
Helpless her heart refused farewell,
gnawing naivety protection,
she let his soul saturate her own.
Pitiful processions pass as she waits,
alone- mourning the might that once knew no bounds.