[Dunlavy]

Well, here's mine...

Twilight Dreams

My twilight dream haunts more than most.
Is this choice I've made not one to boast?
The light of my body, an aura in flight,
Is this real? Can this be right?

My hands feel no touch, nor my feet the cold floor
I've given so much, yet fate beckons for more.
Fear fuels the question. Fear, understand!
I see there below Me my love cradling my hand.

A love for all time, the love of my life,
' Til death do us part, there is my wife,
Cursing the death that ripped us apart
And I was death's pawn in rending her heart.

A tear for this as I lower my head,
One unanswered kiss, for yes I am dead.
She pauses, then peers toward my uplifted form.
See Me! I'm here! But she turns back to mourn.

Tears flow as she throws herself to the floor.

The last room, the last moment now fades away,
How much pain can a shadow hold in one day?
I was given an option to let live or let die.
To care is to hurt when the cared-for ones cry.

Honor demanded I deflect the blade's bite.
I die and she lives; of course it is right.
Certain I was that all would be well,
I unwittingly sentenced her heart into hell.

I gave myself to protect her voice,
But seeing her pain now mocks my choice.
Her mourning of me burns night and day.
Memories, incessant, stalk to the grave.

Now I see that the mourning burdens so much
Would peace have come sooner with death's biting touch?
"Your safe!" I had uttered with my last dying breath.
Is life with such sadness better than death?

Ignorance, irony, both plague my soul.
My chivalry voided by reality's hold.
'Til death do us part? It can't even now.
The pain in our hearts is stronger somehow.