"Fearful Friday"

“Fearful Friday”

 

I'm sorry my dear,

For it's my time to go.

Yes, 'tis a sad end I fear,

But causing you pain does me in so.

 

I'll be glad to leave you behind,

Please don't bleed any tears for me.

My grave will be difficult to find,

So don't come looking, you see.

 

Your coughing and aching shall cease,

For my death shall be your cure.

If you are the witness to my decease,

It shall be a forgotten dream for sure.

 

Not even my reaper shall celebrate,

I'm just another soul that shall decay,

No one will dare contemplate,

Not on a fearful Friday.

 

No flowers shall be placed on my non-existent tomb.

Nothing shall be able to awaken me,

Except for when your pain blooms.

All I can do is watch from afar in a dead tree.

 

Then I shall groan and weep back to my hole.

I condemned myself to this hell.

My heart was blacker than the purest coal.

I was the reason that your faith fell.

 

I hope that my deep sorrow will work to meet your ends,

So that your faith shall rise once again.

I hope that my corpse perishes and blackens,

So that your health shall be free once again.

 

I do not know, my dearest love,

For what reason this all had to be this way.

You will always be my turtledove,

But for your sake I must die on this fearful Friday.

Written by Zoe Anne