Under The Dark Moon

More about my heartbreak.

He left me alone with a broken heart in my hands and a tear ridden face. Desperate and in despair. So very mournful. Pale as the moon for what was once rosey has been drained. Now not never. Time has come to finish threading the thorn and thistle into your heart. The games have begun.  Weaving a web of a thousands mens feat. Haunting and plauging the hollowed hearts and souls of the dead. A desolate place filled with prayer. Hope flits through. An isle of mist filled with lonesome howling. Light love lost here. Tugging at the corners of your soul. Losing this fight that cannot be won.  A tug of war with the heart and the soul. The lover leaves. Blind folded and placed under a dead tree. Lingering for the soul to be taken. Lead by a spider up and around. Showing remorse has gone for now. Lover never to return. Holding the faith of the hand unbound.

Author's Note

Hope this is okay.