The Ring Poem by David Blake

Departing from this, a place of
safety and entering into an
unholy bound, sealed with a kiss.
In my hands the tool I raise as
you turn away, seeing nothing
your life fades away. Unaware of
death you sing, like a child in
play, I can only laugh as I watch
you stray. Laying you down on
an eternal bed, your soul has
already fallen away. The life that
once was, now bleeds with the
passion that only lovers know.