cold, blue lips, Mary's last goodbye

There was once a ghost,

and hope was once a screaming, living being.

There laid a maiden against her grave,

and her lover begged on the streets

for mercy behind �" some would say �" heaven’s gates.

There laid a maiden, and she was dead -

there she hid behind the curtains, not alive and not to touch,

to see her lover die on the lap

of a woman she hadn’t known.

Behind her, not to be seen, Death hid and disappeared,

for it could never mend the heart

of the maiden’s ghost.

Her grave read ‘died in vain’ �" for war was one to condemn -

it read wrong �" for the sake of those alive -

where it should have read ‘died out of heartbreak’.

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar mistakes.