Edgar Poem by Ashley Akari

Stumbling eyeless
On the raging moor
Lost, a tragic zombie—

I never realised how old you are.

How fragile.

This storm was born in my heart,
This tempest in my soul.

Where are the eyes that
Shone on my first gasp?

I would give my broken heart
To give you those old, tired orbs—

But I think you see better in the dark.

Take my love;
The night is cold
And you are colder than I—
Though I think you totter
On Hell’s fiery brink.

Give me your hand.
I will not recall the days
You guarded my first, faltering steps.

I will lead you now.