My World Is Shattered

I really shouldn't listen to sad songs while reading sad poems. I'm sorry for this.

She passed away like morning dew before the sun was high;

Gone. So suddenly. The life of others outside his family had not meant as much to him, had not hurt him as deeply as this one did. With one casual glance from Silas, she was gone. His light, his love, his life. Torn suddenly from him, with no chance for him to save her, no chance for him to debase himself and beg and plead for mercy, because he would. For her he would have done anything.

So brief her time, she scarcely knew the meaning of a sigh.

His Caroline had barely experienced anything of the joys that life could offer. He had promised her the world, he had wanted to see her face light up even more with the joy of firsts. Klaus had wanted to be there and experience those things with her. See the world anew again through her eyes.

Pale grew thy cheek and cold, colder thy kiss; truly that hour foretold, sorrow to this.

He caught her body as Silas turned away, clutching her to his chest. The life left her features quickly, her skin losing it's light and becoming gray and cold. Pain spread like fire through his heart, and he wished that he could turn his emotions off to escape from it. He had never known pain like this.

This was eating at him as he held her. She had come to him, telling him she was going to try to give him a chance, and his heart had soared. Maybe, just maybe, he could make her see that he wasn't all bad. And now she was gone and it was too late.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, are heaped for the beloved's bed...

Soft roses, like her skin. The smell of them reminded him of her as he placed the flowers on her coffin. Their beauty, fragile and ending, though they had their strengths, served as a fit reminder of the girl he had come to love.

Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.

So much, he had hoped for so much more for them. Had wanted to experience things he had spent a thousand years scoffing at, because of her. She had stirred something in him, his sweet Caroline. The memory of her lips when he had been in Tyler's body wasn't enough, would never be enough, and still he was grateful for that small memory of something that he had wanted to do with her.

The Test of Love - is Death -

Would that he could find a way to bring her back, he mused, scotch in hand as he sat by the fire. But no, she would be unhappy with him. He loved her, and sometimes loving someone meant loving them go. He hadn't realized how much, how deeply, she had become ingrained in his life. Even when serving as a distraction to him, he welcomed her presence, he welcomed the chance to be in her light. He knew in that moment, with the utmost of certainty that he would never love again.

Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad, only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!... I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul.

Oh how he longed for the hunter's curse. To see her again, even if it wasn't really her, would bring him no greater pleasure. Klaus would gladly endure the torture to see her face once more. He needed her. Without Caroline everything was dark, meaningless. The world had finally lost all it's splendor; nothing, nothing, could ever replace what she had been to him.

It was a brief flicker of light amidst an ocean of darkness.

He loved once in his eternity as a vampire, a speck of light amidst all the pain and suffering he endured and caused. No one could compare to her; she was... extraordinary. She was strong, and beautiful, she challenged him.

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, and so live ever—or else swoon to death.

When death came, and come it did, he accepted it. the prospect of being free, finally, free of the pain of missing her was one that he couldn't pass up. There was no use living in a world where she did not exist.

We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.

Poems in order of their appearance:

[1] "Early Death" by Hartley Coleridge.

[2] "When We Two Parted" by Lord Byron

[3] "Music When Soft Voices Die" by Percy Shelley

[4] "Silentium Amoris" by Oscar Wilde

[5] "The Test of Love - is Death -" by Emily Dickinson

[6] Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

[7] Rumpelstitlskin in Once Upon a Time

[8] "Bright Star" by John Keats

[9] "Religio Medici" by Sir Thomas Browne

If you're alive, I apologize once more. I'm going to go cry now.