104. At Last, I Was Gone

The Sun shines

ever so brightly,

over the valley of dreams,

to where I lay 

that very same night,

as I have come 

to conclude that things

are not what they 

truly seem,

and I find truth in 

these few words:

I hang from her heart,

as gravity keeps me afoot,

whilst trying not 

to venture off,

and find myself 

in possible oblivion.

Although, I am 

quite unfortunate,

for my heart was staked,

and murdered, 

in cold blood.

I could feel it,

the life dripping

from my wet veins,

and the land, 

forever stained.

I nearly fell,

though she grabbed

a hold of my arm,

and pulled me up,

holding onto me

until my last breath

escaped from my lungs.

And then she knew,

that I was gone 

at last.