Epyllion

* a different kind of love story*

When low melted the candle's wax
and the moon gently waned;
She glimpsed a shadow passing quick
along her window's pane.

Goddess Night softly sleeps
calling all the dreamers to her breast;
Yet she who pined for romance's tide
knew not the peace to be had in rest.

Oft' she paced across the floor
fading footsteps in the wood;
Until she found his face within the door
as he silently lowered dampened hood.

With tears of joy and a heart of pride
she embraced her lover bold and warm;
And he kissed her brow as e'er he could
and rushed her with his loving charm.

Gone is the dark, candle's wax flat
so many nights she stood waiting;
heart full and mind overfilling
quietly anticipating.

Always knowing, faith golden
that he'd return with the moon;
And as she slept, her hand in his
She knew he'd leave again soon.

While fragile dreams dared dart about
a tear slipped down her rosy cheek;
for now she held her lover true
but his was a love curiously weak.

Strong as any storm's temptest
she knew that even her will would break
and off he'd go into the daylight
while she fell cold, dead by heartache.

It wasn't but a month gone by
when he picked his path and strode away
Never looking back to find
his faithful lover's eyes turned gray.

He moved about the world with ease
until one morn' he ventured back;
And saw then what his deed had done
his world trembling, fading black.

Glint of the moon upon his blade
he thrust his pain so deep;
Beside the ghost of his lover true
he consumed his final sleep.

©dragonpoe
11/21/07