Suicide Rain Poem by Agatha Eliza

what remains after this suicide rain
after the droplets, after all pain?
is it just the precious darkness
with scented candle of sordid caress
or a mask that has uncovered your face?

what's left from those glooming eyes
which captured the mournful dream
of last web with dew and blood?
you drank the cup of deadly poison
instead of sweet mead of heavenly gods.

yet last breath sails soft as swans
the forlorn moors of empty lands
where seas are reigned by mist
and both undead and human coexist
as shallow as traces of your promise.

what remains after this suicide rain
after the droplets, after all pain?
pouring absinth from the wings,
a black butterfly that death brings
your fears wade and crush in full swing.