feona's poem

When the person you love is hurting and you the only one who can relief them from their pain, but you can't do it

The arrow flew went past her chest. He turned knowing the last scream meant the last breath. She looked at him tears on the edge of her eyes, the glare alone was painful. He watched her fall to her knees then on her back. She held her chest trying to stop the bleeding but the wound was too deep. The cut went past all vital areas within her body. She slowly tried to rise herself but she could not. He dropped his sword and ran to her screaming in a passion of mixed emotions, but anger got the bigger harvest of is aching heart. He fell to his knees before her and his heart crushed before him as her eyes slowly tried to fade.

"Don't you dare die on me feona" he yelled.

"It is too late my love, leave me be" feona muttered.

"I can not, I need you, I need you to save me from myself."

"You will be alright, I will always watch over you from the skies"

"I do not want that, I want to hold you."

She coughed out blood from her mouth. "The arrow has hit deep, cutting the edge of my heart, I can feel with every beat it takes. Do you love me"

"What foolish question is that, I have always loved you and I will forever."

She began to let the tears go" if you love me, then kill me"

Tears filled his eyes"No, why would you request something like that."

"Because I know you love me enough not to let me die in pain" she painfully replied. She reached out from her waist a sharp knife and placed it in his arms."You always told me you writing a poem, how did you get with it?"

He smiled with his cheeks wet and sniffing back the snort "I have, but it is not finished yet"

"Whisper it to me, let it be the last beautiful thing I remember about the way you breathe, the way you speak the way you hugs comfort me in the mornings" she said.


He looked at her and hugged her holding her closer to him, so he wouldn't see what he was about to do. Then whispered in her ear.

"We are lovers in the night,
Haunted by a thousand stars that fill the early morning sky tonight.
We see no darkness under the crescent morning light.
We seek to die not today for tomorrow holds secrets to futures and destinies written by the heavens for ambitious men's delight,
Our souls are pure, our souls are white.
We are the mountain snow in summer, we disappear out of sight.
The birds whisper out our names in the forests and across the ocean breeze, singing amazing songs in strange tongues as we watched them take flight.
We are them, we were foolish never to realize the beauty of this world and love's might.
We are the hovering spirits floating gently in autumn like a hopeless kite.
Over the mountains we past.
Over the mist of the evening clouds we cast,
We are mourning sailors watching the waters rise ten feet in the air taking our breath far, far away in despair.
Our last memory is of those we love and those who care.
Death leads us to never see those we may one day bare.
And those we bare and never see grow, may never see the wonders of the forbidden lands and the golden temples surrounded by white roses past the silent valley over the hill to Jhener.
I will reach out and touch the empty air with my eyes closed hoping you are there.
And you reaching out to me on the side of the realm whispering to me in my ear.
We are lover's in the night,
Haunted by a thousand stars in the morning sky tonight.

Then he covered her mouth and nose with his hand, she began to fight for breath, then he reluctantly. Forced his hand and slit her throat, screaming in tears, he let her mouth and nose go and she give out her last breath.

Author's Note

Tell me what should I call this piece, even after writing it I am still lost