telepathboy

her offering of passion
begat pheromone rage
so this poor little soldier
built his own little cage
he laughed at the daylight
behind bars covered in rust
he laughed through the years
until his voice turned to dust
she came back to his cage
to find nothing within
and built a small castle
from his ash and his skin
this delicate tribute
she carried in hand
climbing a mountain
up high above land
once she had reached
it's highest of heights
she set down her soldier
and cried until night
when the moon did arise
as Diana, the fair
she picked up her castle
and blew it into the air
when the last of his ashes
took the last of her breath
she sat down on the summit
and waited for death