There on the forest ground
A broken soul cried
The head of her dead lover
Lying neatly between her trembling hands
A sea of tears washed down her face
Onto the snowy face of the man
The other stood
Not too far away
His face shadowed
But held no remorse
He wiped the blade clean
Free of the crimson elixir that stained it
Sun bright orbs looked at her
Cool cerulean looked back
She stared with hatred
He, emotionless
He departed
Not saying a word
She lay with her lover
Heart-broken and torn