I watched her leave,
Taking hearts along,
Creating memories of pains,
Written in blood,
Inscribed in her eyes.
With one lucid look,
She gave her all,
And took none,
She left with glory,
Leaving tragedy.
The iron wheels,
Had her breath,
In strong grips,
Surrounded by angels.
And birds with black,
I tried to save her,
But the grips were strong,
Even the works of science,
Saved her not.
If I could,
Then I would,
Let the heavens fade,
Gently turn back the tick tuck blade.
Recreate the woes that fate has made.