Love's Journey's End

gothic poem

Upon the hearth of love & loss
I'll lay my burdens down
and put aside my discontent
and leave my tarnished crown.

I'll walk into the quiet room
where on the wide and billow'd bed
you lie, devoid of blood & breath,
and kiss your lovely head.

I'll sit beside you in the dark
until the morning sun
and close my eyes, and silent be,
and take what dreams may come

--Advocate