Epitaphs Remain

No real reason I wrote this, well none I can remember. It was more that I wanted to try a different writing style - for this I was trying for a 'theatrical, shakesperean' vibe. Ahh my romantic heart. I love words!

Epitaphs Remain

Twilight ebbs and spreads its shadowed wings across the evening
He sits upon the cobbled stairs, so still and barely breathing
Statue stone, he cannot lift his head
It hurts so much, he turns away instead

Crimson red fall the desperate tears of past he's crying
Howling like a wolf, at the wind, he keeps denying
Bitter cold, he calls for her in vain
The ghosts of lovers' lost and only epitaphs remain

So long ago when velvet balck midnight stole the evening
He fell upon the cobbled stairs, defiant, disbelieving
Screaming out "my love, don't go away"
but she was diamons smiling in the sky and couldn't stay

Helplessly, he lent against the balustrade recalling
The first time that he saw her and in seconds he was falling
To love here was what he was born to do
Why would cruel heavens scoop down and steal a love so true

Helplessly he stared ahead where waves of fury roar
Why had he not warned her not to walk upon the shore?
Regrets pound at his heart like stabbing pain
The ghost of lovers' lost and only epitaphs remain

Her presence was so golden, he swore he'd touched the sun
Passion flamed with mirrored souls, two had become one
She belonged to him and he'd remind her
He raised himself on cobbled stones, he had to go and find her

Shaking as he stumbled over rocks beneath his feet
Icy winds whipped him with his own tears of defeat
Numb he throws himself upon the ground
Falling on the part of earth, close to where she drowned

"Mourning turns the purest soul to black, my love" he cried
Submerging in the water in his quest to reach her side
On whispered tortured wings, he frees his pain
The ghost of lovers' lost and only epitaphs remain

Begins eternal is his very search to find his half
Spirits strong above the life, we live like fragile glass
In twilight, souls collide, two lovers sure
Peaceful now they know they'll hold their love forever more

So tragic is the tale of lovers lost upon these pages
The broken bonds of torn romance echoes through the ages
Do we believe that true souls unite as same
And in ghosts of lovers' lost when only epitaphs remain

Bella Magic