Radiance Blooming In The Night

A dark poem about beauty and death.

Radiance Blooming In The Night
by Lisa McCourt Hollar

He cried, weeping at her beauty,
As she slept beneath the moonlight,
Her hair, a halo around her face,
Radiance Blooming in the night.

Snow fell, gently kissing her cheeks,
Caressing her alabaster skin,
And melting against her perfect lips,
The soft flakes resting on her chin.

He watched, silently in awe,
Of the perfection he perceived,
Forgiving her deceptive ways,
In the splendor Death achieved.

Into her final resting place,
Beneath the willow tree,
He laid her in the grave he'd dug,
Betwixt the other three.

Then following the tree lined path,
He hurried home to her,
His new love waiting there for him,
Who held his heart's allure.

Until the day that always comes,
When her beauty fades away,
And imperfection comes to light,
Revealing deceptions sway.

Then she'll join the others,
Where beauty can once more bloom,
In the grove of Willow trees
Preserved within her tomb.