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.