Her beautiful face floated
right before his eyes.
He slowly drew a breath.
She cried.
When placed on a table
and covered with Scarlet Carsons,
she waited,
and when the bell tolled
she pulled the lever.
The train ran on
and as the fireworks rang
all through-out London
she danced,
to the only song
they had ever danced to.
She listened to what she had done,
but did not feel remorse.
He was gone,
he had been taken from her,
just like all the others.
She hoped they were
in a better place now.
Prayed that they felt no pain.
She longer to follow
to die and follow the one she loved,
so she danced.
And as she danced
her movements got slower,
her body heavier.
She slowly dropped to the floor,
holding the needle in one had,
but the other,
the other held a Scarlet Carson.
She would remember him always.
She would love him always.
This was the only way they could be.
The only way they could love.
She would see her parents,
her innocent little brother.
She would be with those
who loved and cared.
She was dead,
but at the same time,
more alive then ever before.
For if we have not love,
we have nothing.
