Consequences Of Demise Poem by Rebecca Pepper

Through the forest, past the gate
Where the time seemed to wait
As your breath tried an escape
While they decide your fate
Nothing says ‘its too late'
Than the fallen angels broken mate
Who hides and cries
And still denies
That the one she prized
Created his own demise
No one moves, no one breaths
As that soulless being leaves
She's broken far beyond repair
In her own dismal despair
So tell me as you wait and pray
In anticipation for the hell to pay
Have you so much as apologized?
For the tears your ‘soul mate' cries