Isolde Poem by Cherry Blossom

It was many moons ago, in a window by the sea, she was sitting in silence and was doused in the pale moonlight, the peaceful entrance of the cherry blossoms into the room it brought along the frigid breath of the cold, mysterious night.

The angels observing from above, watching with envy of my beautiful Isolde, they folded the heavens making it into a starless and dark sky, crashed the peaceful heavens creating cackling and roaring thunder and lightning that shocked my beautiful Isolde.

The envious winged seraphs succeeded in killing my life and my bride, my beautiful Isolde,
Her once curved and soft lips turned to black for it was charred by the fire of the thunderbolt, her once snow hair turned into long fingers of the darkness that is going to take her away from me, her half burnt body was dying slowly in my arms, my arms grew tired of carrying the dead and burnt corpse of my bride and my life.

I cursed the angels above and the demons below for killing my bride and my life, but cursing and doing nothing won't bring her back.
So as I trudge along the sands with my life in my hands, and as I lay her down in her sepulcher by the thunderous raging sea, I lay down by her side and watched the stars together for the last time.
I whisper to her lifeless cold beautiful body "I'll bring you back to my arms again, my Isolde."