A Requiem for Maria

In a widowed translucence of the night

A moonless extravagance glimmers

Upon dreaded sounds, humming in my ears



Pirouette bluntly in a constellation

Toxic moths and fuming butterflies

Played in cadence with her sighs



She was never silenced

Whispered with the gushing storm

Dying within my earshot.



I played her the last tone

of my auspicious piece

That lingered her soul, beneath the ground....



Huh! And she was free.



My Maria...

Reviews

[Dalebear]

Good write