Disclaimer: The characters implied in the piece don't belong to me.
Note: Just a poem written from the POV of Emily.
I want these mordant tears raw down these moldering cheeks,
Yearn to feel the twist of steel in my mourning heart.
I need arms infused with the strength and warmth of a sun long inked
To enfold me, lest I fall to so many pieces.
The impassioned cry of a wildcat
Enraptures my soul.
The gale of your life force
Howling within the twisted lines of memory.
I've found the brightest rays of the moon, highlighted upon jet black,
And basked in this light until my skin is tarnished.
And at last under His blind eyes,
I will understand.
I love you,
But you're not mine.