Author's note: Inspired by the homonymous title of Opeth's album I decided to write this poem. I haven't tried poetry before, so I just hope it came out well. It's freestyle, modern poetry; there's no rhyme and such. The poem is centered on the moments just after Anna's death, while Van Helsing is holding her dead body in his arms. Please tell me what you think!
My Arms, Your Hearse
In a moment's breath
The time was shattered
And the moon cast its silver glance on me
A twisted halo around my face of despair
Searing me in its splendor
As you lay in my arms
Cold, still and lifeless
Clad in death's eternal veil
Walking the path with no return
Accompanied by your bitter memories
With a blood-covered hand
I wrote your epitaph
With a blood-lusting growl
I sang your requiem
And then I stood alone
Alone as I've ever been
Lost in my mind's shadows
And the shadows of death danced around us
Laughing in their sickened reverie
And reveling in the defeat of celestial beauty
They claimed your immortal soul
Naked, I tried to shield you away
As the howl became a cry
I cradled you in my arms
Lamenting my lost love
In hopeless tears
I whispered your name
But you were beyond my reach
The yearning escaped from my embrace
As if you could find solace in my arms now
My arms, your hearse