Drop by Drop
Struck
down and cursed
When she, his beloved, stood by her friend
By
eyes of glowing coal,
Directing yew and phoenix feather
He
could only watch,
As she, his fortress, fell soundlessly,
Her
crimson lion's blood, flowing
Drop by painful drop,
To stain
the emerald ground.
The bite of an adder, unstoppable
poison,
Stealing her away to darkness
He ran to his books,
comfort, and in them
He won their second chance,
salvation
Ingredients gathered, selected
By the most
discriminating eye
Chopped and sliced, grated and diced
Added
to the crucible, cauldron
He watches his life, now hers,
Through
glass veins, creeping
Drop by agonizing drop
To settle in the
flask
When her friend, green eyed
Bursts in, shouting
that
He, who aches to hold her,
Has been absent from her
side
Wanting to know why, accusing
He watches, frozen, as her
friend
In his depriving rage, lashes out
Upends the glass
creature
His hope rests on, falls
Slipping through his loving
fingers
On to the table, the floor where
A thousand screams to
slivers
And the life giving liquid
Splatters drop by horrified
drop,
To puddle on the stones.
A scream in rage, he
runs
to her side, ashen pale
He takes her slender hand in his
as,
their eyes meet, thoughts shared
Honey brown steals down
his tunnels
hers softly fading out, flutter shut
His name a whisper on her
ruby lips
He watches, powerless,
as
she, his Eurydice, is torn away and
Drop by darkening drop
The night pools at his feet
This is what happens when I immerse myself in something. Namely, you get the bastard children of whatever it is I'm drowning myself in. Currently Greek mythology and Harry Potter. Kudos to anyone who can identify the story this poem was based off of. (Personally, I think it's rather obvious.)