I stood on the edge of a cliff so high,
raging tides my sole companions.
Lost in thoughts of here and beyond,
at first, nothing saw, these eyes of mine.
Then, with a flash from heaven, they caught a fall.
A dark silhouette fell so low
from heights beyond the highest of peeks.
And these eyes fell too, they fell with it,
they fell for it, and there was no return.
Mine eyes, treacherous, made my feet run,
following the angel of darkness from hell.
Broken, battered, fallen was he,
cushioned on rocks: hard, heavy.
These eyes drunk in his form:
broken wings, bleeding in the storm.
The heavens flashed and thundered
as his black eyes met mine.
One look from him was enough a promise
of heaven and hell he hath been banished from.
Those smoldering eyes held the essence
of moonlit walks, of unsung songs,
of anger and love, of beauty’s disgrace.
They held life, yet mine saw only death.
He reached for my hand. I let him have it.
He smiled a sad, lonely smile,
and my besotted eyes leaked.
“Doomed are we all, aren’t we?”
A raspy whisper my ears heard,
a spark plugged through to my heart.
It beat so fast, like a drum falling.
My lungs refused to breath,
my mind rejected thoughts,
and my mouth, my poor tongue, uttered
nothing but, “I am.”
Alas, it was too late; for he had already gone
to a palace better or a niche worse,
never hearing my next words:
“I loved thee for seconds few
but I loved thee, wholly.
They may come with odes new,
but my heart will remain with you, solely.”
A/n: The image is taken from the cover of Becca Fitzpatrick’s novel ‘Hush Hush’