On The Death of My Love

And my Love’s heavy body lays lifeless,
at my feet.
I shiver
at her ghastly beauty,
lost .

She tumbles down the abyss
helplessly,
Hair unkissed, feet tender
lips untouched, arms empty,
And her beauty ,not wasted,but,
misallocated.

Death never pushed so sweet prey
Down these cliffs

Good atlas, I beg you away from your task
Guard my heart
Prometheus lights her path
Ghost of Hercules her right arm.

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