Painting Sire

Her lover was murdered right in front of her. Now she has to learn to live without him and with the memory of what happened.

                                                          Stale is the grim twilight I lay in. 

                                                         The rain fell in forms of mist, 

                                                      loud was the thunder that roared, 

                                     comforting was the rain as it hit the glass of my window. 

                                      It silenced as it hit the surface and trickled down calmly. 

                                                           Every night seems too dark, 

                                                           every tear seems so painful. 

                                                    Cries from the man who lives alone, 

                                                    silence be me who fears of the dark. 

                                                     Every demon that enters my mind, 

                                                                            haunts. 

                                           Every voice I hear around me begs for my help. 

                                                                 The man I hear, 

                                                               His tears are real. 

                                                                  I cry for him. 

                                      Him, whose heart is breaking with each cry he makes. 

                                                           His loneliness is spiritless, 

                                    my sorrow for him is stronger than words can describe. 

          His cries sank into my dreams as I slowly sink into my purple sky where pain                                                                          cannot be heard of. 

       The sorrow sliced through the shadows and stood at the side of my bed like a                                                        haunting demon attached to its victim. 

                             The comforting arms of day soon came through the crying glass. 

                           I miss waking up to Sire's strong arms wrapped around me so tightly. 

                       The night he was murdered was like living the worst nightmare of my life. 

                                             I still remember it like it was yesterday.

Author's Note

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