As the silent mourners filed past,
I gazed at my velvet wrapped love.
Too short had been the time we had together,
but now the next world is ours.
Her hair danced across the silk pillow,
swirling like a marbled drop of blood in a neverending pool.
She looked serene,
like a deathly angel.
No tears fall from my face,
as no more will fall from hers.
I fear not as I smile,
gazing at her beautiful face.
The moonlight softens her features,
her ebony hair looks silver. Perfection.
"My love, not long." I whisper.
We will be united yet.
When all have gone home with their grief,
she smiles up at me with a mischievous twinkle.
I extend to her my hand,
to be pulled into her etheral embrace.
She is my bride,
as I am hers. Forever.
Eternal.
Author notes
I haven't written a dark poem in years so it's been kinda tough, but I miss it. This is my first attempt in 2 years so be gentle. Lol.
A Bientot
SV
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2 clappy dudes for entering this into my contest. ♥
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Oh! Oh! "deathly angel" AWESOME. This is almost like when you say "bitter sweet" and "peacefully chaotic" (for the life of me I can't recall the technique name). I love that though.
Ok kind of a weird twist just there. But hey, to each their own... Is that a metaphor though, her reaching out her hand?
Probably not AS dark as possibly, but because it's been so long I'll let you off.
There's some truly great descriptions in here, very well done! Thank you for the entry 
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