Red and white garlands draped the treasure chest.
They marched in tandem in the quietness of
The cathedral, offering up sorrowful
Tears to her crimson dressed body
Not even one drop of red flowed through her veins
As she lay between the wall of the living
And the dead... the silencer had
Muffled her voice
While from a distance, morbidly taking notes of
My own mortality in a state of gloom
The pallbearers step forward.
Abundantly reserved, the grieving mother looked
on the white satin covering her precious pearl
Her heart quietly pulsating grief and
Her wet eyes choosing to hide
Behind shades, then with style
And grace, she slowly leads
the procession into the
Entrance, leaving her
Precious jewel in
Topic(s) of this poem: love and loss
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