Lovely Dress

With her dagger clenched in hand

She stabbed herself, expression bland

Her lovely dark and purple dress

Began to stain, blood from her chest

Her lover stood, frozen by fear

Her startled cry, all he could hear

His body then began to move

His feelings bright, his love then brood

His arms held out, ready to catch

Though in his heart, his pain did match

That which was on her face, then pale

And he could not contain his yell

As her body fell into his grasp

He silently held back a gasp

Softly and gently he then cried

And, in his arms, his lover died