She was stolen, gone, the rope to hold my sanity,

The warmth that enveloped me,

Yet the strength to set me free

Has disappeared.

The distance between her smile and her knife

The pain she felt as I ended her life

The moment she conferred that she was my wife

Gone.

One fatal second was all it took to stain

The iris, just cleansed from the bloody rain.

I try so hard to drown it in my disdain

Wishing so strongly to feel her kiss again

My arms lost control,

I made the snow change,

From white of purity, to the red of her pain.

One graceful movement was all she needed

To mark my face with the "forgiveness" she pleaded

She smiled once more as her life receded

With her last word I realized she succeeded.